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If not for tomorrow I'd live for today
And treat each breath gifted
Like it could be the last one I'll take
If not for tomorrow I'd find religion
And pray on my knees until
I was too sore then I'd pray some more
If not for tomorrow I'd be more sensible
And I'd take more risks because
I wouldn't have time elsewise
If not for tomorrow I wouldn't take today for granted
And I wouldn't live in the past
But live in the present
But I'm only human
So I think to live for tomorrow
Instead of today
Not a "regrets" poem just an "I need to rethink this" poem
 Jul 2016 Robin Goodfellow
Mae
take me back
to when life was oh so simple
when all we did was laugh over the little things
not because of how messed up things are

can't anyone hear our cries for help?
or are they also dead deep down
ha ha, funny how maybe everyone feels like ****
when all we need is a hand to grip
Its not easy loving someone who does not have one ounce of love for themselves
or someone who finds it hard to love you because they were never taught how to
someone that is more comfortable playing violins in perfect symphony with their demon companions
rather than engulfing the sound of sweet melodic pianos by your side

it is not easy but i would wreck myself a thousand times just for the hope of you falling in love with all the purity that i have discovered beneath your skin.
"You touched my fingertips.
I felt it. My heart skipped a beat.
Taking hold of my hand. It stopped.
The high school child in me embraced
the playtime once again.
Sitting on a park bench thinking of our bleachers
at the Friday night football games.
Now we cheer for the pigeons as they fight
for the bread crumbs.
It's all so beautiful, only different times.
We are here still together, that's all that really
matters.
Beautiful to reminisce, grateful that
we can.
To kiss each others lips, and start our hearts
pumping once again."
i was broken
once.

i don't even know what
i was before
maybe a vase or a
common water glass
a ceramic mug or a glowing
stained glass window.

i don't know how
it happened maybe i
got dropped or cracked through
contact or the temperature
changed too quickly for
my fragile self to handle.

and i don't know who or
what cracked me like my
twelve year old cd cases
or if it was a slow stress
fracture brought on
by myself.

but the signs are
there
that i was broken
once.

yes, i was
broken
once
and i am still
shattered
in my darkest places.

but i make a
**** good mosaic.
Copyright 12/9/15 by B. E. McComb
Love has stole  heart away
Treasured for a million years
How I wished for long she stay
Far  from her many fears

Heart is broken once again
What can fix her shattered soul
Mend her now and not for gain
Let her now be safe and whole
Playing with simple words,July 20th
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