At dawn's first blush, where shadows softly sway,  
Upon this silent shore, my heart lays bare.  
The waves confess their secrets in the gray,  
Whispering your name within the morning air.

The sun ascends in streaks of gold and flame,  
Where once we walked, now only gulls take flight.  
Their fleeting traces washed away, no claim,  
Like echoes of your touch within the light.

As dawn dispels the lingering cloak of night,  
A tender beam of hope pierces my lone gaze.  
In this vast stretch, where solitude feels right,  
Your silhouette remains in dawn's embrace.

Falling hearts, falling spirits, we’ve all become victims
If you ever fell in love, tell me are these the symptoms
To stuck on love? No I’m to **** on you
I call and call but I can’t get through
I can’t get past, something in my heart won’t let me leave
You have a hold on my love
So much discomfort has been bothering me
Bring me to the point, to the point you brought me
How could I look past when your image just seems to haunt me?
The mistakes, the mistakes, the mistakes
Grieving your love and I seem to cough up all my feelings
Tell me is this love or 2 years of healing
Me healing, yet your heart
None of this should’ve happened, I’m too dumb to gain you I don’t deserve
I don’t even deserve your words
No I don’t even deserve your presence
But the hurt I feel in my body only seems to be a lesson
Stuck on you, stuck on who? Yea I’m stuck on you
Tell me, tell me what am I supposed to do
What can I say, how can I sleep, I can’t even eat
The thought of you, and the thought of me, just makes me weak
It just makes me imagine all the things that could have been
If I would of considered your love and stayed true to the end
Your love to powerful, so many falling hearts
Everything I think to write you, my thoughts fall apart
Time will tell or will I tell time
To rewind back to the days when you were once mine
And I never lied… to you
I could never seem to be without you?
Where would I be?

I miss the nights spent
Under warm candle light,
Writing poetry together
Under the sheets
Of stormy skies.

I miss the mornings
Slipping through the fingers
That play with strands
Of wine red hair
And porcelain skin.

I miss the days that
Could have been,
If only I would have been
Brave enough to see
Myself in your eyes.

I miss the evenings
Caressing the glow
Of your life-giving,
ever-beckoning lips.

I miss the moments
That never happened.
I miss what we've never shared.
I miss the love that might've...

I don't hate you.
After all that we went through,
I never hated you.
—I thought I could never hate you.

But then again,
I thought I knew you.

I thought you were that sweet, selfless guy,
the guy that cared about me more than anything,
who said he'd never hurt me.
Who told me he loved me.

But if you really cared about me more than anything,
and loved me as much as you claimed you did,
then you wouldn't have hurt me like you did now.

I wouldn't be sitting here
with tears streaming down my face,
writing these poems to get out the feelings
I otherwise bury inside.

I could never hate the boy I thought you were.
But you're not that boy at all,
at least, not anymore.

I've poured cement
On a love
That will never surface
Again.

It's all I can do,
To drink so fast.
Quickly! Forget the love I thought would last.

She pined as I,
Though the miles lay far,
The torturing distance; left us both so apart.

"When will you come?",
Left answerless by me.
Everything working to part us endlessly.

Both left in tears,
And time took its toll,
Our hearts were left, with bleeding, soft holes.

"I'll come back!",
My vow,
"But when -- and how!?"

And to her,
I had no assurance,
Only a test of her endurance.

And her heart grew impatient,
And it built its thick wall,
At once when I came, it couldn't hear my call.

Now I shudder,
And now I quake,
For my delay was a final

I'm hardly the one
You left behind,
Twenty odd years ago;
The suit fits much better,
Now I'm in the show.
I'm not using slight-of-hand,
No smoke or mirrors,
Just running sand;
The big tent long left town.

I know the four directions,
And how my wind will blow.
And even at a four way stop
I know who has the right-of-way.
And when it's my turn to turn,
I'll step on the pedal and spin my wheels
And drive myself insane.

Your memories are a poem
Presented to me at the end of the bar.
Alone & fleeting; an escape from reality.
Wanting to take part in the meeting
Of strangers; A variety of faces exchanging
****** temptation disguised as liquid courage.
Chased by the thought of not being alone
Your memories are a poem
Refilled soon as it's emptied. Wished away,
Wanting to be pursued
In exchange for monetary currency.
Bad ideas that roam the ideology of good,
You fill me, I feel you.
I stand & I stumble around the thought of you.
You start to leave me soon as I start to feel you