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Moving on

I love you for what you were, but not for what you are.
Those days when I trembled at your soft touch, are so far
Away that they seem in the early mists of time.
You lit up my life because you were mine.

I remember when I met you
The joy of life was fresh, like the morning dew.
But the bond that made our friendship strong
Has been broken by your screams, our love has gone

How we have changed.
We can no longer bear each other’s sight.
A thief has not stolen our love on a dark stormy night.
But craftily, and with great stealth,
Our love has been robbed of its wealth.

Issues that are small
Appear large and tall.
Why can’t those dark clouds be brushed away
So that we may see the blue of a sunny day?

Alas! the time has come to move on.
Lately, my heart has lost it’s song.
My soul is chained with such misery
That it screams with anguish to be free.

The drums, that starts this frenzied beat
March up and down my mind’s street.
They pound, and thump to get my feet
To follow them, a new life to greet.

Around my head, their beat it goes
My cravings pulse, I tap my toes.
My mind is pulled with magnetic force
As I follow, wildly, on it’s course.

Our love, that once was much stronger
Pulls hard for me to tarry longer.
But hatred has replaced your lovely smile.
Now all you do is rant and rile.

That drum, that drum it comes again
It taps and rattles in my brain
It beats so loud. I’ll go insane
If peace and quiet do not reign

For onward, onward, I must go
A new life to lead, a new face to show.
Where Peace can come and set me free
From your screams and ferocity.

There comes a time, when we grow old
A brighter future can unfold.
Though bodies change, and movements slow
We can go forward, the past can go.

And in the twilight of my life
I need not live with hate and strife.
With those that fight I will be rude
I’ll play soft music in solitude.

When strife and worldly goals I leave
My peace of mind you cannot thieve.
Happiness and Heaven is my goal
I pray to God, I give my Soul.

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