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Your eyes matched the sky,
bright and blue today.
This moment was just perfect,
in each and every way.

My mind is spinning,
in a hundred different ways.
I'm searching for all the words,
the right ones to say.

Your lips were on mine,
nothing could compare.
The way you looked at me,
your fingers in my hair.

My breath was stopping,
I felt I couldn't breathe.
All I knew was that,
I wanted you here with me.

Your hands upon my back,
running up and down.
I never wanted to go away,
never leave this town.

Your body so close,
feeling you against me.
This is everything I wanted,
everything we could be.

Your smile spreading wide,
across a familiar face.
I never wanted it to end,
didn't want to leave this place.

But I'm sure we'll back there,
I hope it's some time soon.
I silently sit and cry,
wishing upon a moon.

That feeling you gave me,
it was unlike any before.
You left me screaming at the stars,
baby, I want more.

You're everything I fell for,
way back when.
Everything I need now,
you're more than my good friend.

You've always had a place,
special in my heart.
Even when you left last year,
and we've been far apart.

I'll never forget the day,
I'll never forget this time.
The moments we spent together,
the moments you were mine.
When I close my eyes to sleep at night,
I see you lying there,
alone in bed so far away,
it just doesn't seem quite fair.

If wishes worked like magic,
that's not what I would see.
For you would be much closer,
lying next to me.

Your head would be upon my chest,
your leg draped over mine.
Softly, you'd be sleeping,
and life would be just fine.

And as I drifted off to sleep,
your arms would hold me tight.
Together we would dream the truth,
of this and every night.

That this is how we're meant to be,
together, intertwined.
Just look at all the paths we took,
each other just to find.
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Live through your life
Day by day
Now you've hit a wall
On this black Sunday

She slapped your face
And screamed at you
You stood screamed back
It's all you could do

She walked out the door
Slammed it shut
Took the memories
Down in a rut

That was three years ago
This black Sunday
The day she tore my heart
And ripped it away

I stared into the grass
Like I do each day
Fall to my knees
And begin to pray

No one could listen
Except the stone and god
I lifted my head
Couldn't bring myself to nod

A few hours after
That black Sunday
A drunk driver
Hit her car that day

I bring my eyes up
To stare and see
What exactly
Was staring back at me

Not your eyes
Nothing was shown
Except the carved and cold writing
On this tombstone

"Im sorry honey
I shouldn't of yelled
You may still be here
And you would be loved"

I'm sorry couldn't cut it
I live just to say
"Dont miss me honey
You know I'll be back the next day"
©Bruno Joseph Orsi       August 9, 2010
I thought about moonlight,
How stars are like glitter to the kiss of the sun,
And it's lips are the moon pursed for love,
As daylight is a echo,
And evening is the sound,
And dawn is the break that takes with it,
The silent stillness in which we are found.

We are locked like silk strands to the tree,
From which all other silk strands can be,
Worms for the food of morbid decay,
I hold your hand in my minds eyes and with my minds voice,
Tell you it's ok,
It's ok to be soft when you're a word,
When it's a last dying word,
It's ok to be bare and open,
Like the wound of the night when day takes it's first slice,
And it's alright when you're nice,
Cause kindness cured my cancer of jaded desperation,
Like fading, faded perspiration,
That came from the kiss that the moon sent from me to you,
And like a badly worded comeback it stuck like glue,
And held on like a metal surface in winter time,
To a tongue who talked too much,
That said too many words,
That were much too hard for the ears that heard,
And that's why you're my bird,
Who sings me morning love songs with your still sleeping breath,
That if I could lie there listening I could be happy breathing death,
I could be satisfied with secondhand oxygen,
If the first hand was your lungs,
Then I could know I am complete,
With the unconscious symphony that you sung,
While I laid there and thought about moonlight.
Tears
and rain,
sit upon
my eyelashes.
One shows my pain, one washes it away.

The grey clouds are one with my breaking heart.
Shedding their pain
in tune with
my souls
cry

To
accept
that Grandma
is leaving me,
is easier to say than to live through.

Each slowing beat of her heart pierces me.
My second mom,
my best friend,
dying
now.

Her
grace and
wisdom will
stay with me still.
I am, today, the woman she molded.

Touching so many, giving of herself.
Angel on earth,
soon to be
going
home.
This is written in the poetic form of "Tetractys"  The scheme is a syllable count of 1,2,3,4,10...then reverse the count 10,4,3,2,1 and so on
A question we ask almost daily,
Is what is love?
It is used constantly but no one
no one at all has the answer
here is my definition:

You can’t stop thinking
About her beautiful face
Or her starry eyes
And the looks she makes

One look from them
You fly from the inside
You look at them from a distance
And hate saying goodbye

You can’t stop thinking
About the right things to say
Because you want them there
All night and day

No matter what you’re doing
And no matter where you are
When you stare deep into the midnight sky
From the hood of the car

You can’t stop thinking about them
Or life without them there
When you’re gone away
Your soul is dark and bare

You never want to leave
Their comfort or their side
She gives you your support
And some place to hide

No matter what they do
No matter how they live
You can hear the worst of things
And no matter what forgive

You love them for what they are
And not how they appear
You love them for who they are
Pray they never disappear

You have a bad day
They brighten up your life
Even through the worst of things
Or the hurt or strife

True love is hard to find,
Very few ever will
They say everyone in the world
Has somebody to be paired to
I’m sorry world but
There’s six billion of you
Chances of it are slim to none at best
I guess what I’m saying is


If you ever find someone
Who grabs your heart and holds,
Hold on with all you got
Before they leave you behind

"Life is like a quick cup of coffee, find someone and hold on with all you got, or you'll end up drinking it alone"
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