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I miss you
the way you miss me
cause i still need you
the way you need me
and since nothing in life is for free
pain is love and we paid the fee
fell in love hard
the fallout was a long story
we seem better without each other
judging the past from our history

I've been thinking about you this past week
been on my mind so much, I cant eat or sleep
went from best friends, to odd lovers, now we don't even speak
turning our back on each other, and we turned the wrong cheeks
fight after fight -- some even lasted for weeks
but now that you are gone, i'm feeling week
use to be so good together, face any feat
but now that we are apart, life has got us beat
my heart is colder than a frozen sheet
but the thought I cant defeat
time as pasted but somethings will never change
in different chapters of our life, but still on the same page
the only difference is our age, everything else stuck in a phase
so confused my emotions in amaze
Many people see
stars on the night sky.
But i see only a
graveyard whose candles
are still lit on the graves,
even though they are
long exstinguished by the angels
A nightingale said
To a flower
Your beauty
Is the light
of the meadow...
The brown leaves
that shiver on the
bare branches greet
the last rays of gold
as the sun goes down.
A melody rises over
that velvet, shade of
fading green.
Bells of the indifferent
wind chime, for I am led
to a miracle of ancient
mother.
How beautiful...
A rose that grows waywardly
from within autumn's woods.
Spirits delighted to see the
rose that will not die, her red
petals shame my lips while
drooped sisters weep bitterly.
And in my garden, exquisite
fragrance,
Old memories,so sweet,
despite the thorns.
Illusions of the happiness of
the asleep and the dead...
Yesterday evening as i was walking through the forest, i saw a gorgeous red rose in front of an old abandoned house that still has not drooped...
Come sail with
me, far out into
the rolling
waves of
Aquamarine.
Peacefully
between the
endless black sea
and
the shimmering
skies.
Further and further...
Drifting away from
where
we want to be,
who
we want to be.
Come sail with
me and dream
of blue velvet dreams
under the
moon and stars.
Until we get
carried away
by a Moonlight shadow
as the heart of the sea
breathes us,
We slowly sink in the
haunted remains
of the Universe
Daylight filled
with gold was
broken like a
mirror by the
haunted mist
of midnight.

The crickets
were singing
their lullaby
on the late
summer breeze.

My heart
slowly listened,
As lonely as the
howling wind
outside my window.

And i knew it
was Autumn,
As the auburn leaves
in the forest fell,
so did i,
So did I...
Love is like the rose
Beautiful, lush, fragrant
Yet forestalls it
Of being plucked
From the thorns
Of our own creation
Cut away your thorns and pluck love while it is ripe!
The blazing
flame of the
dark lantern
was shining
brightly
as it reflected
in the
Woodsman's
auburn eyes.
Lost souls
take no
pleasure in
being found.
Little pieces of
glowing embers
were swiftly
carried away
by the autumn
wind in the
melancholy air
of old memories.
Like a
starry breeze
of dying fire,
whispering into
the stalking
night,
singing its
mortal melody
to the
wayward pines.
And so he
slowly disappeared
in the moonlit fog,
more lost than
he could have
ever realised.
Deeper and deeper in
the unknown...
I sign off with a 'I love you darling, goodnight';
though I wish night never came,
I sign a start with 'Hey sweetheart, out comes the sky''
and I feel like I touched a little piece of heaven.
I face the grey clouds with a bit of a bitter smile
but I am reminded that every grey has a silver line
and with a simple silver line, you can seize the world,
but I know that I have as I sign off every night
"you are my world and I am glad you are in my life".

I touched heaven though I did not die,
I watched an angel from beneath the skies
who gave happiness and life, a new meaning.

I touched heaven though I did not die,
for heaven is in my heart and paradise
held no meaning without the touch
of what it felt like to be completed with love.
[I hope i have not offended any religious people. That is not my intention]
He sings a song of love and darkness
I twirl away with my leaves of autumn
He stamps his foot and roars his call
I disguise myself in brown and gold
He leaves buds where his feet fall
I must horde my experience
He gives freely what I adore
I am regal and one of four
He has boundless endless love
I let him chase me each year
He chases in our endless game
I whirl like leaves blown on a chill wind
He jumps and twists as he attempts to tryst
Then I must be gone for another year
And He, He is bereft
But watches for my chillier sister who is next
In Greek religion and mythology, Pan is the god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, nature of mountain wilds and rustic music, and companion of the nymphs. His name originates within the Ancient Greek language, from the word paein, meaning "to pasture"; the modern word "panic" is derived from the name. He has the hindquarters, legs, and horns of a goat, in the same manner as a faun or satyr. With his homeland in rustic Arcadia, he is also recognized as the god of fields, groves, and wooded glens; because of this, Pan is connected to fertility and the season of spring. The ancient Greeks also considered Pan to be the god of theatrical criticism.
A Poem from my first draft book, a dark faery tale set in Cornwall, romance and death, the turn of the seasons, and the world,
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