She's all dolled up, looking cool and hot, that's better than she's used to
Out on the town looking around for a guy that's better than she's used to
Looking cute in her go-getter suit, wish she were mine loving like we used to...
I see her face in the middle of the night
I lay awake and wonder why
A love so strong could ever die
And I cry...
Repeat three verses
Repeat chorus
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 5, 2026
I gaze at you softly.
Every time we cross the flowery path.
I gaze at you, quiet as a dead mouse.
I know.
That she already, subtly,
Noticed me.
We already had our Last Supper,
Together with the steak
And your dry cough.
And that she placed down her fork and knife,
Ever so gently.
I, know.
Like night and day,
That cannot be joined,
“I” am
A ‘Shadow.’
I like her, but I don't know if she likes me
It's hard to tell honestly
She talked and texted me platonically
Then she ghosted me for a while
She's like a projectile
Soars through the air then slowly falls
Loses interest, doesn't answer my calls
But now it's different, it's like I've picked up the arrow
And she's been waiting alot
She's more talkative, less narrow
I think it's time for me to pick up my bow and shoot my shot
Where is love?
Tell you no. Stay, stay, away…
Love, love. Missing from my home
Years, years. Empty all my time, cold soul
Loved you. No, no, more, more…
Cruelty, cruelty. My life. Dark. Full, full…
Loss, loss. The time. Evil–I am, just no love
Just. In my all-time. Wait, wait…
Hate, hate. Panic. Cloudy universe
Time in you, out of my mind, living your light
Where are you?
Oh, love
The lost
Loser
My life
That day, I saw myself twice in the mirror
and neither one resembled the other.
One was coming toward you, and the other was turning back.
The one who came was tired, colorless;
with fear and haste, she drew lipstick across her cracked lips
to keep her distance from that ghostly face of hers,
from the face of a lost spirit.
The one who returned was the corpse of that very lost soul.
I died in your embrace—
among a hundred people standing on the bridge,
above the storks in the river,
the very moment the kingfisher dove.
Just as you pulled me toward yourself,
into your arms, though only for a brief greeting,
the seconds vanished.
On the revolving wheel, the bridge and the street and the river were dancing,
and I was giving up my life.
A drop of lipstick-red blood fell onto the collar of your leather jacket.
I laughed…
The one who returned was not like the one who had gone.
He looked at me and told all, the life he lived and the times he was sad.
The times that he felt bad, the way he continued even when he knew he was sad.
Sad to have to live without love, love that made him feel well.
Some give us love, but we feel it is not there, it feels like when we eat, and we still cannot get filled.
His life was one of work and duty, always being present, but feeling lost.
Lost in a world where he felt not there, his brain and heart searched for his true love.
Love that made him feel alive, one that made him feel like smiling.
Some loves, give love, but they are not felt in the heart, they are like rain that cannot penetrate the ground.
His life was one he told me lacked, he felt something missing, and he tries now to feel complete.
Complete in his heart, in his choices, he tries to go back and fill in the gaps, like a cement job that has openings, he wants to fill in all of the cracks.
Love and life, make us feel so good, we search and try to find our one true love.
So, when you find one that makes you feel complete, hold on and love each moment you build.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
What happens to those emotions
that suddenly lose their way?
That was meant to be
but disappeared abruptly
by the decision taken by one!
What happens to those feelings?
Okay, the one who is not changed
tries to get back, tries to resolve,
shouts, cries, or writes poetry!
But what do the others do who take this abrupt decision?
How can they just put an end suddenly
and start not to feel those emotions from the next day?
What do they do with those emotions?
Or while leaving they gifted their own emotional baggage to the one who left behind?
and that's why the one who stays
feels heavier than before,
that they can't raise their head
and spend months just doing nothing,
confining own in a room and lying in bed
neither like a corpse, nor alive, rather half dead.
A quiet love outlives the turning years,
It bends through storms yet never asks to rest,
It hums beneath the weight of hidden fears.
It learns to lose and still be softly blessed,
A fragile thread that will not tear apart,
Though every night it fails the silent test.
It guards a fire that trembles in the heart,
And stands against the sharpest edge of pain,
Yet yields its breath before it turns to art.
For love can war, but cannot war in vain,
It fights the world with gentle, open hands,
Till one soft word can break it like the rain.
“Stay not,” it hears and all it understands,
Is love can live, but dies when it disbands.
an aching
silence abides
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warping sting,
in bated
breath’s requited ring,
wished upon the same star
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each other’s resolves
The day we met the shining sun's gaze and the pouring rain
Waiting at the bus stop hoping for the train
Walking walking here and there but always feeling everywhere
As I paced through the sidewalk trying to avoid the rain
I saw you there dancing away the pain
When our eyes met I thought my heart melted
So magical that I thought it could be presented
And if we met again standing at the bus stop waiting for the pouring rain
Would you do it all over again?
The books we have read and the memories we made
Would you freeze or let them replay
The feeling gets me thinking of the pain
But I’ll stay here sinking in the rain
Because meeting you was a dream
But back then we were just teens
Side by side, drowning our pain
With the scene embroidered in my brain
And if you love me find me...
like the kids do...
on the beach after a mental health walk...
or a family gathering after I take a break for anxiety...
in the quiet hollows...
on lonely park benches...
on silent hill tops...
in locked rooms...
the windows of hospitals in quarantine...
I've found love finds you even when you are lost...
and if you love me find me...
they may take my body, but they'll never take my love...
How thou hast shaped me, and increased my life,
O Rose! Before, I was a squall, a storm
of melancholy and dark, bitter strife:
a soul already lost like a vile worm
on a dry sidewalk on a hot, sunny day.
Without hope or joy, without faith or God,
I spiraled, and at risk of losing my way,
my hateful heart thought thoughts that none can laud.
But O, dear Rose! Reformed by thee, made whole
once more by thy bottomless love and wide-browed beauty,
I am a new being fashioned by thy sweet soul,
and now transformed through thine unwavering fealty.
Rose, my storm was broken up by thy light,
so that I'm no more a worm in God's sight.
Broken Rose's
In shadows, whispers linger on
Echoes of love that's gone, now lost in the haze
Hearts collide, like shattered glass in the night
Shadows dance, where love died, leaving only emptiness and endless fight
Silence screams, the night's haunting refrain
Memories haunt, like autumn's bitter pain
Tears fall like dew, on petals crushed and grey
Lost love's ghost, I'll still pursue, in dreams, where shadows play
The night's dark veil, it hides the scars we bear
Love's lost flame, flickers like falling stars, without a prayer
Yet in the dark, a glimmer shines, a bittersweet reminder
Of love's haunting signs, forever etched, like a rose's thorns, in my skin ??
She turned her back, walked out of the door
froze my poetic drive, can write no more.
thoughts circle and circle, vultures on kill,
dense clouds of darkness, dead wisdom, no skill.
every word I wrote, I wrote in her name,
every time I looked at her, words just came,
my dreams were of all the things we would do,
every dream I had, that dream would come true.
love is an ocean, but it can run dry,
all the stars are dead in my pitch dark sky,
do not take love for granted as I did,
there were cobwebs within that she had hid.
nothing can turn clock of love to ticking,
no such magic wand to mend the wrecking,
love is harvest flourishes when tended,
show you care, see her every tear mended.
For happy couple who have lived in bliss for many years,
You have the skill, that is not as easy as it appears.
You are beautiful
In and out for real
Stances so pitiful
Can't be a big deal
As long as truth lives
And not been stressed
Than necessarily sieves
The least off time to rest
Growing wings far caution
Could trap wind's strength
Resulted to logical abortion
That could hold its length
Flying high your way home
That brings you near pure joy
Dreamt of a branded Rome
Landed reality "a filmed toy"
You would realize one day
The call to order heated up
Out of genuine concern's play
To be your healing backup
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