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Cloudy Buchanan Poem
Nothing left to say
Head spinning like a wheel
Out here all alone
I am not for real
No one left to call
Nothing else to do
Down I start to fall
I'm invisible to you.
Nothing left to see
Falling all apart
No one else to be
Shred the pieces of my heart
So much for my pain
I would have loved you too
The tears they pour like rain
Cause.........I'm invisible to you!
Copyright © Cloudy Buchanan | Year Posted 2008
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Cloudy Buchanan Poem
Upon the thoughtful branches of my soul,
my heart sings like a bird.
I'm digging myself a lonely hole,
deeper and deeper on your every word.
Making myself suffer to be admired,
overflowing with love no more.
Oh how I long to be desired,
my heart is now at war.
I do imagine our footsteps in the sand,
for this day was dark and cold.
I reach but I can't grab your hand,
I'm to deep in this hole.
Everyone throws the dirt in on me,
and I scream and shout.
And once upon a life I struggle to be free,
but no one will help me out.
Is life a myth? I care not to be told,
my lost self changes as I wait for the day,
Upon the thoughtful branches of my soul,
my heart will sing away!
Copyright © Cloudy Buchanan | Year Posted 2008
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Cloudy Buchanan Poem
Memories of joy, memories of pain,
along with the sunshine, we'll share the rain.
I want you to know just how much I care,
and living without you just would'nt be fair.
We'll speak with our hearts just how we feel,
and challenge the world to prove that its real.
Our hearts and our feeling are so very strong,
they give us the courage for our love to go on.
As we walk through this world side by side,
we speak of each other with no secrets to hide.
we'll cherish our time together in all that we do,
Together Forever........... Me and You!
Copyright © Cloudy Buchanan | Year Posted 2008
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Cloudy Buchanan Poem
Can you find my pain?
I think it went away.
Maybe with the rain
or maybe with the day.
Or maybe down the river
as the water had passed by.
Or maybe down my cheeks,
In all the tears I've cried.
Maybe it evaporated like a puddle
on a summers day,
Can you find my pain?
I think it went away!
Copyright © Cloudy Buchanan | Year Posted 2008
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