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Sara Beth Cannon May 2014
I feel your hand squeeze mine tight,
      But nothing's actually there.
Your blue eyes dance with happy light,
     This distance is too hard to bear.

I long to feel your warm embrace,
     Holding me tight and fast.
I'm desperate to close this giant space,
     And make our precious time last.

Your absence leaves a gaping hole,
     Where my happiness should be.
Why must you leave me here a drift,
     Why won't you stay with me?
Sara Beth Cannon May 2014
I wonder what you would say,
If you could read my mind.

Would you see yourself as I see you,
So gentle and so kind.

Would you follow the wandering path,
My thoughts tend to take.

Would you have courage and strength,
To find out what makes me break.

I would blush in embarrassment,
When my feelings went on display.

You would probably be appalled,
At the complete and utter disarray.

You'd stumble upon my dark secrets,
But would you turn and run?

Or would you take me by the hand,
And guide me into the sun.

Would yor judgement cloud my head,
With disappointment and shame.

Or would you smile and hold me close,
And love me just the same?

So if all these things could be seen,
Put on display for you.

Would you stay beside me,
And love me through and through?
Sara Beth Cannon May 2014
I'm finding it strange,
My heart aches with pain,
For something that was never mine.
Sara Beth Cannon May 2014
Are you brave enough to follow me,
     To foreign places and dreams.

To stretch the human limit,
     And rip reality at the seams.

Would you dive into unknown waters,
     To follow my crazy trail.

Or stand with me through a hurricane,
     And bask within the gale.

Could we walk beside a lion,
     Strolling hand in hand.

Could we ride the backs of desert horses,
     Flying free across the sand.

Or maybe we could lay quietly,
     In fields of rolling green.

Fingers entwined, legs tangled up,
     A quiet, peaceful scene.

Would you let me sleep beside you,
     Stroking my still face.

Would you do all these things…
…am I worth the chase?
If they love you, they'll follow you everywhere.

— The End —