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No matter me, no matter you

No matter what all we go through

Under the sun there's nothing new

A lies a lie and the truth is true
You can try and justify all that you like
But a lie is a lie is a lie is a lie
you never see angels
wearing raincoats
in an attempt to keep their wings dry

something they know
that we don't
without wet wings you'll never fly
I sat there alone
Despondent and turning numb
Thinking of the ones who left me
And the ones I left behind.

The room should have been filled
Yet the silence proved otherwise.
I was finally and fearfully
Alone

When a hand placed an object in front of me
A shiny, silver box.
I peeked inside and just as I'd hoped
The promise of a home.

My eyes followed the hand
And rested on your face
As a smile overwhelmed mine.
You remembered.

I lept up in joy
And into your arms
Burying my face
In the warmth of your shoulder.

I held on so tightly
Wishing I could hold you tighter,
Wishing for a way
To press our bodies closer together.

The people I could not see before
Suddenly appeared before my eyes.
I smiled at their embarrassment,
Unashamed at our public embrace.

You kissed my ear so gently
Whispering to me, "I love you."
I smiled and wished to say the same.
A stirring came over my body.

And at once I woke up.
That **** alarm clock.
.
..
The dream was broken in transit
with an ant's bite
thought,
the rest of the part in another night,
in another dream
but that didn't happen

Then one day
at the last bus of the night,
I saw her with someone
Not in a dream rather in the reality  

She got to the next stop
I called out,
She left with a mystic smile,
disappeared within the shadows

Then  didn't go anymore
I missed the bus or the bus left me  
Either couldn't went back to home
Or not to go any other place in front  
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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When your dreams and reality both lost in transit then you have no way to move/ This is the reality of millions of people who lost their both ways ( dreams and reality) but there is still a reality and that is noway..
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Thank you for reading my poem.

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 Jun 2015 Reshnia crimson
Chris
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Another
   lonely day
  without you
     finds me
  shaking my
     fists at
        a clock
     with tired
              *arms
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As a little girl I saw you
You fell down and scraped your knee
And as the tears flowed
down your face
You thought I didn't see
Your mother came and hugged you
I wonder if you knew
That as she held you close to her
I came and hugged you TOO.

Yes, my child, I hugged you.
How it hurt to see you cry!
You thought that I was far away
But I heard your softest sigh.
You thought that I was far away
But I was always there...

Your every pain a call to Me
And every tear a prayer.


As a growing child I witnessed it
How the girls teased you in school
Well you understood the pain
Of being made a fool.
In the schoolground they all
Taunted you
I don't think that you knew
That when you sat
And hugged yourself
I came and hugged you TOO.

Yes, my child, I hugged you.
How it hurt to see you cry!
You thought that I was far away
But I heard your softest sigh.
You thought that I was far away
But I was always there...

Your every pain a call to Me
And every tear a PRAYER.

You came to be a woman
As precious as a dove
But you never saw it
For you'd always felt unloved
And so the world hurt you
How it tore you apart!
So I called you out and wooed you...

YOU ASKED ME IN YOUR HEART!

So now you know I love you
Now you see I cried!
Every time you did not trust Me
And believed deception's lie
Now you know LOVE YOU
AND I AM ALWAYS THERE...

Your every day a call to me

AND EVERY TEAR A PRAYER!!!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/18/2009
This is a song I wrote a while back.
I will have it produced one day.

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have we forgot?
   the dust man once was, gentle vaporous,
plains toiling among
    pure silt, turning dirt,
into us?
I sometimes hide behind my poems
Like a shadow does the night
But some of you have found me out
In all my wrongs, in all my writes

You seem to know what I'm all about
Behind this mask of rhyme I use
When at times it tends to suffocate
With the subjects that I choose

Still you might wonder at my reason
I try and hide behind the write
With the face of truth in hot pursuit
Pulling false layers off my real side

Soon to be the poet naked
A poets heart exposed to all
No longer concerned with the way life burns
In the stand or in the fall
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