The pain in your eyes,
Are the shadows of your past,
Like storm clouds passing.
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
it rained
and I stayed
not to pause in remembrance
but to wash away
what grief couldn’t
it didn’t matter
that my heart was breaking
what else could it do?
you lie beneath ten feet of dirt
after the slow battle
cancer claimed
and I disappear a little more
each day
healing is a dream
it lives in the stars
or in a glass jar on the mantle
healing
that’s for time to deal with
if I can’t hold your hand one last time
or tell you everything I forgot to say
then time is pointless
right now
rain drowns my sorrow
it stings my skin
and gets in my eyes
no need for tears
but tomorrow
shall start the pain
all over again
and this rain
will be waiting for me
The song my soul never seeked
The writings I never wanted to keep
The beautiful pain that’s started to leak
And my ugly heart that only shrieked
I own your signature.
The dappled papers in the ancient literature
The ink rubbing against my thumb and forefinger
My adoring gaze caressing everything you and similar
Your darling face, particular
Although I am ever the wonderer:
Who was the relationship’s true severer?
The blissful cherry-pink of a spring-summer’s day?
It is but, I say:
Your ears’ colourful glaze
When I am not the one to spot you first; but they
Perhaps you are a swallow
With a sweet sound of chirp at morn - no sorrow
Dawn and midday, the sound is never hollow
And in my calm heartache, I wallow.
Perhaps the poppy and the willow
is a better combo
Although you weep with joy, not with ashamed gusto
I would be lost, without you, you know;
In fact, you are my hero.
No, no, whatever was I thinking - my mind must be slowing -
You are a stream, blue-silver and glowing
Helping us swim, getting us going
Taking a chance, and always flowing
Until you have been stopped by cold weather and snowing
Alibi: Faeren
Get me back my sleep, oh God.
I am decaying day by day,
mentally, physically… in innumerable ways.
Neither can I cry, nor can I write.
I don't know what fight
is going on in my mind every day.
Oh God, bring back my normal days!
Am I an insomniac,
or do I simply like the calm of the night this way?
It's 2:29, and I am not fine,
dwindling somewhere in between.
Oh God, get me back my sleep anyway.
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.
Do you know how frustration looks like?
Investing two years of your late twenties in someone
just to find out that the person has abandoned you for his family,
with whom you dreamt of building a family.
Do you know what tiredness feels like?
That you are in your early thirties
and so drained out
that you don't want to start with "Hey, what's your favourite colour?" once again.
Now you shall have to turn your loneliness into solitude.
Now you shall have to tell your desires to transform into a celibate
and just wipe away all the wishes to be a bride, to be a mother, to start a household so neatly,
as if you never desired them!
Just because you don't want to start anything
which will lead to futility.
Not anymore.
No more patience left to judge whose fault it was!
My windows were wide open.
I learned to think broader,
I used to see the broader picture through my windowpane.
My wider views never taught me to squint my eyes
when it was time to look through others' spectacles.
I felt human bonds were made in paradise:
thus I evoked all the pain.
Failing to endure all the mental tortures from humankind,
doubts are evoking in my mind;
I don't know if that was just a green screen behind my windowpane!
The bonfire wasn't comforting me anymore,
it was burning me inside out.
I thought it was odd, how it could be!
Maybe it's all my fault for not being able to tolerate the warmth
and blaming this comfortable symmetry.
I return back near,
leaving my doubt and fear.
This time, ashes were rising above,
but I kept my thoughts grounded.
Those all were darkening me from outside,
still, I was holding myself tight,
as I thought it was my darkness that was luring me.
The never ending feeling of pain
As the giant ball rises up into my throat
Spiralling into an epitome of low
How can love be so cruel?
I watch as you take my soul, my mind, my everything, my nothing
Will I ever survive this cruel game we play?
Almost:
It's almost everything,
It's almost nothing at all.
It almost catches you right before you fall.
It almost feels so right – right before you know it's wrong.
It's almost everything; it's almost nothing at all.
It almost feels like the first time as you begin counting up all the days…
It almost keeps you from saying the things you promised never to say.
It almost gives you enough reason to never leave because;
deep through all the pain, you know it was almost love.
It almost wiped away the tears that no one ever saw fall, because to you, it was everything that turned out to be nothing at all.
All of your dreams almost came true, just before you woke up and realized what you felt was almost love.
You almost held forever all the things you treasure most.
To you, it was finally love.
Well… almost.
When you see others hurting and your heart doesn’t cry,
Look inside and ask yourself the answer to your why?
The path we’re given here on Earth is so we can learn.
To begin the learning process, we must feel concern.
For each to evolve while on this Earth, each must transform.
Right choices made along the way seldom cause much harm.
Look upon others from you heart, so you see their need,
Helping others where they’re at is how you plant the seed.
For all that’s created with Love as it’s source,
Can be looked at later with no remorse.
Some parts of the path may sometimes be tough,
But the strength provided is always enough.
Follow the guidance of the Spirit within,
With Love as your source, you’ll always win.
Struggle is important, it’s just part of the test,
The grade will not matter when you’ve done your best.
Whether your sons, daughters, fathers, or mothers,
Spend part of your life’s time learning to love others.
Now you’ve learned to love, show you believe,
It’s better to give than to receive.
Yours Without Having You"
As solitude surrounds me,
I still feel the whispers...
of your presence.
Soft.
Haunting.
Like a memory...
not yet made.
In a fleeting moment of joy,
you hush my fears.
You stir…
a calm I never knew lived in me.
Then
An epiphany strikes.
Like the sun,
piercing
my skin.
Sudden.
Warm.
Unforgettable.
But still
a deep sadness lingers
in my soul.
Because I know...
I can never
call you mine.
Resilience?
Baby…
it slips through my fingers
like smoke.
I am not built
to hold
what I cannot keep.
And these dreams I dream of you
They are too ethereal
for this world.
Too delicate.
Too soft.
Too beautiful
for hands like mine.
And so I wrote another poem, love
Are there any regrets running through your mind,
Or was it just me all along?
You kept telling me it’s because of your idleness,
Yet I long for something more
And so I wrote another poem, love
Is there any pain in your heart,
Or was it just me all along?
You kept speaking of promises,
Yet you keep forgetting them
And so let me write another poem, love
There was a time you’d move the heavens and earth
You said that feeling was still real,
Yet your words are the only ones left here
And so let me write another poem, love
Is there anyone keeping you from chasing that dream,
Or was it me who wasn’t worth it?
You can run from here,
Yet you’re still staying
And so I wrote this poem, love
I am afraid of the things that don’t last
Just like this poem;
Expressed, but never spoken
first love's false flame burned way too hot
and left me nothing but the want
for fiery passion to remain
to keep me bound in love's pleasure-pain
like chasing an addiction high
more and more but always just shy
I find that I am in a cage
I have lost this ancient war you waged
so injured, I then licked my wounds
to passions heat I am immune
all warmth leaked out with your goodbye
too frozen to fall, the tears I cry
I can still feel that dizzy spin
the world revolved around you then
I feel so lost all just a blur
I did not see the black hole you were
yes, my whole world revolved ‘round you
you weren't the sun that I pursue
I guess I had my eyes shut tight
and did not see your dark heart of night
the warmth I felt upon my face
was not the sun but my disgrace
thank God your gone and He forgives
and true love, so warm, inside me lives
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