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The moon, a cold and watchful eye,
Observes me trapped, beneath the sky.
My bed, a prison, soft and deep,
Where sleep eludes and secrets keep.

I twist and turn, a restless soul,
My thoughts of you, they take their toll.
Each tick a hammer, pounding loud,
Against the silence, like a shroud.

I'd give the world, a priceless sum,
Just for the chance, to see you come.
To feel your presence, warm and real,
And break the spell this darkness feels.

I crave the nights we used to share,
On whispered calls, beyond compare.
The quiet hours, we'd gently weave,
Now just a ghost, I can't believe.

Alone I lie, in stark despair,
My mind a maze, beyond repair.
Wide awake, I watch the dawn,
A creeping dread, that's being drawn.

My sanity, a fragile thing,
Unraveling while my thoughts take wing.
Insanity is near, it starts to creep,
Lost in the night, where I can't sleep.

For you, my love, my heart does yearn,
Until the tide of day will turn.
But still, this truth will stay the same,
I'm trapped by you, a burning flame.
seth stosberg Feb 16
Red hair as bright as fire,  
a wild spirit's delight,
Eyes the color of the ocean,  
depths of endless blue.  
Free as the wind under day's golden light,
As beautiful as the sun,  
glowing and true.  

Moments captured in fiery strands that inspire,
Passion burns with every glance so clear,
Like waves crashing,  
your courage won’t tire,
Inspiration flows from your soul sincere.  

A heart untamed by life's fleeting ire,
The horizon calls to a soul that is you.  
Radiant beauty sets hearts afire,
As beautiful as the sun,  
shining through.  

Unbound spirit soars ever higher,
in a world where dreams come to be pursued.  
echoes of laughter never retire
Eyes the color of the ocean,  
deep and renewed.
seth stosberg Jan 10
For healing is tender, a journey, a quest,

To piece together this heart that won't rest,

I reach for your hand and I seek to be free, but I’m stuck in my head
heart once full now bears its shell,

Though stitched and sewn by hands of grace,

A puzzle missing its rightful place.
With you beside, a guiding light,

But darkness lingers, cloaked in night,

Your laughter sings, a tender tune,

Yet here within, I fight the gloom.
Thoughts swirl like leaves in autumn’s breath,
Each whisper heralding a silent death,

I wear a smile, a fragile guise,

But drown in waves of silent cries.
A soul entwined, we stand as one,

Yet still I grapple, forever run,

For even love, with all its might,

Can’t mend the fractures deep in fright.
So hand in hand, we tread this road,

While sorrow’s weight still hangs and grows,

In tandem steps, for joy we strive,

Yet pain, it seems, refuses to die.
seth stosberg Jan 10
In the quiet corners of my mind,

 Shadows stretch and softly bind, 

A heavy shroud, this weight I wear,

Whispers of sorrow linger in the air.

Though hand in hand with love I stand,

My soulmate's warmth, a gentle hand,

Yet still, I feel the heart's cold ache,

A missing piece, a constant break.

We dance through days, our laughter bright,

But in the depths, there dwells a night,

Where thoughts entangle, dark and deep,

 And memories drown as I silently weep.

You've mended the cracks, my heart you’ve sewn,
Yet echoes of loneliness feel overgrown,

In crowded rooms, I still stand apart,

An island adrift with a heavy heart.

Together we weave through life's vivid streams,
Yet shadows chase me, devouring dreams,

 I smile for you, but the pain still remains,

An echoing whisper of unspoken chains.

In moments of joy, a fleeting reprieve,
 The love that we share is hard to believe,
 But deep in the silence, where sorrow may creep,
 I find the connection runs shallow and steep.

So here I linger, a soul in disguise,

Wishing for solace beneath the bright skies,

 With love by my side, I fight everyday,

Yet still feel the weight of this heart's disarray.

Oh, please understand, though the smile may fade,
It's not you, my love, it's this shadow I've made.

I’m grateful for you, my radiant light,
But battling silence in the dark of the night.

For healing is tender, a journey, a quest,

To piece together this heart that won't rest,

I reach for your hand and I seek to be free, but I’m stuck in my head

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