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Erika Lee Poem
I’m looking through the pictures,
Of you and me, amongst everyone else,
On various occasion,
And I wish we have more.
I’m reading through the e-mails,
Through endless words,
Of Hellos and Good Byes,
And I wish we have more.
I’m remembering every second,
When we meet,
When we talk,
When we simply smile to each other,
And I wish we have more.
I wish we have all the times of our lives,
To laugh, to embrace, to call each other names,
To say something silly,
To be side by side,
I just wish we have more.
Cause when a couple of days are not enough,
And a couple of weekends are mere seconds,
May I suggest a lifetime?
Copyright © Erika Lee | Year Posted 2008
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Erika Lee Poem
Uncommonly good,
This taste on my lips that I should,
Devour, delight without hesitate.
A cup of bliss that I hate.
Another round of wine,
A spoonful of something divine,
A kiss,
A scent that I miss.
Bitterly cold,
In every stare that we hold.
What is behind the mask,
A question noone dare to ask.
Knowingly,
It is more than silly,
But it's just a thought,
A slight detour I should sought?
Sunrise is peeking,
Time is ticking,
Oh how I wish I could stay,
Hold your hand as we sway.
Cloud is waving,
Moon is hiding,
As we bid farewell,
As I walk on the path I know well.
Copyright © Erika Lee | Year Posted 2008
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Erika Lee Poem
With many endless nights I bid you farewell,
Among the thrones of pale love I kiss you for the last time,
The mortality of the mind, the failure of my memory,
Those that can keep you alive. Goodbye.
The more I tip toed around what used to be,
The further I am from tomorrow,
Hence I say adieu,
Forever I’ll neglect my sorrow.
Love is the greatest mystery I can never tell,
A game I’ll never win,
An instrument I’ll never master,
Its height far beyond my reach.
With each fading dreams I close this door,
As the music we used to hum dies off I bow my hat,
To each shadow of you,
Those that I paint each morning. No more.
A tale too beautiful for a life as mine,
You said it too and I know it well,
Our time is too short and fate has not been fair,
It’s life they say, it’s just life.
Adieu,
To the secret tears,
To the painful remedies of true love,
Adieu.
This chapter is done.
Copyright © Erika Lee | Year Posted 2008
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Erika Lee Poem
we're both sick.
not knowing what to take,
not knowing how to forget.
this desease is crippling.
we know we can't go back,
but this virus is gripping,
or maybe it's just me,
maybe you're alive and well.
i can try to move on,
yet these moments flash before me,
yet i no longer have tomorrow,
yet i only have yesterday.
i am addicted.
to those words, to those lullabies,
to those very seconds, to those whispers.
to you.
i'm sick.
not knowing what to take,
not knowing how to forget.
maybe it's just me.
i'm sure it's only me.
Copyright © Erika Lee | Year Posted 2008
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