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Thomas M Franey Aug 2015
I am the one who held your hand,
As trumpets in our heart play like a band,
I sit in the corner, awaiting to be noticed again.
I offered the heart, soul, and dreams as a man.
I watch you pay it back to others whom is not me,
I set alone wondering all I know is nothing to be,
I cry thinking of you and scared of your safety,
as you run with your loves, not me, being hasty,
I wonder if my worth is more than one to be attacked,
as I had enemies to make sure our trust has be hacked,
I loved , missed, cherished, adored, and respected you always,
I am pushed away, ignored, not thought of, a moment in those days,
Only I know my heart, and what I want in the future of us,
I am just game, a color, someone not taken seriously thus,
Close your eyes and remember me , true me, who held you,
As I have fallen with broken pieces in my mind and heart in mt view.
Love me, Honor me, as I awaited for so long with my extended trust
When I know you are somebody that i used lust,
but in reality we seen more than just words and empty promises,
I promised and upheld my bargain to be your best friend,
as I wait for us to mend.
I sit here , waiting to see if I don't lose you everyday, in the corner.
In my heart, scared , upset, yet still in love.
Thomas M Franey Aug 2015
We move apart, disappear, look down,
We fight, argue, hurt, cry, and ignore.
We then smile, talk, laugh, feel the pain of the other,
Our thoughts are always in our heart, bad or good,
I just know it's a special bond, toxic or not, I feel you the most.

We have wondered why things happen,
We always sought reason to madness and guilt,
Why did our paths meet, and our hearts sang?
Why were we scared to move forward or back?
We sometimes cry because of our bond, and we cry because we miss it.
We Are what we are, and only that, special flame left untold, as for I, my love  is unconditional.
Something i have been thinking about in last few days.
Thomas M Franey Jul 2015
Every time I see you all the rays of the sun are
Streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at
Your eyes like a spotlight
The beating of my heart is a drum, and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright
I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know
Well, it's nothing 'til I give it to you
I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock
I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone
But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl...
From someone who wrote me this at one time
Thomas M Franey Jul 2015
Life, without direction, is open space . Open space of all taking from you.
Like a vacuum to stretched you apart until you are non-existent.

Life with light, is dark with no meaning, only from within, holds a miracle to shine one bit of beam to see the next second.

Life with love is life without validation, love is only within oneself in a dark, quiet, open space.
Random poem
Thomas M Franey Jul 2015
Always wanted , to be closer
Always wanted to love you more
Always given you my blood.

Always been drained of my blood
Always been loved to be used by you
Always Push away to be close to nothing

I thought of you in which thought should not be invested
Thinking the best dreams of innocent loyalty
Thinking of what you can see what I can give and show

Knowing that I have no looks, heart, or personality to you
Invisible , I know, yet popular with others, but not in you
knowing I do have more body parts than the fingers that hold money.

I am more than money, I know and I think, I have the heart of gold,
with knowledge that I have soul and personality, and and I know you are without the values.

Always thinking, I can do better, than to lose my freedom and sanity over you. I lost it all, basically in thought of you.
Always known I could be better, but love from me is real.

Always jaded in you, and of you. always death of the old me.
Poem based on memories of a person who has hurt me in the past.
  Jul 2015 Thomas M Franey
raine cooper
i wanted to tell you i loved you,
but the butterflies in my stomach swarmed my throat, and all the words got caught in their wings
©rainecooper
So happy this was picked for the daily! Thank you all so much for your kind words and support of my writing. I appreciate it, truly.
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