Category : Diary/Journal

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Crickets is the sound when I sleep
But I wake to Silence so deep
For a moment, before my brain has caught on.. I know not that you are gone
Can't these whispering voices be hushed? Can not the still heart be rushed?
You find no conviction in my words or prayer.. Only my own secret meaning lodged there
Could I have a purpose sweeter than this.. Ever such want of those lips to kiss?
Ever dared to dream a dream so high
It can only be ended with a mournful sigh.. And fluttering of wings..
Twisted Broken Thing
Lying on the ground so hard.. I pick it up and its a shard.. A glittering fragment it catches the light.. Reflections shoot past me.. Escape my sight..
Passion rekindled in me anew
at the thought of touching you
Digging through pieces in my mind
I recall the time I was left behind
That is when I begin to fear
and sometimes hide when you are near
But this is where I stand out.. I can make you hear my shout.. And just as quick I can decieve.. A convincing tale I can weave.. Or I could make you feel my desire.. Raw White Hot Burning Fire..
And this is what will really soothe..
Here..Here is where I can tell the truth