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The Moon Is Ours

As the rain gently falls and the world grows dark,
I am engulfed with memories that shelter my heart.
Memories so real, their pain so true,
I close my eyes and I am there with you.

The way that we laughed, the life that we shared,
when the scent of forever filled the air.
With hearts on our sleeves, to each other we held,
there was nothing more sacred than the way we felt.

Each kiss, each touch left a yearning desire,
in your eyes, there raged an endless fire.
A fire that burned solely for us,
a lifetime together still wasn't enough.

With head held low in trembling hands,
the lightning reveals the shell of a man.
Regrets like a fog, they cloud my mind,
I would die for the chances that have been left behind.

Behind on a path littered with lies,
as the thunder explodes, I look to the sky.
A sky filled with darkness, turmoil and grief,
the rain hides the tears that fall from my cheeks.

If only I would have listened and simply took heed,
I would not be here now haunted with need.
I would be there with you, the way we had planned,
instead of alone with my heart in my hands.

Heart in my hands and tears in my eyes,
to the heavens, I plead and utter a cry.
A cry for forgiveness that somehow you will hear,
never before had I held someone so dear.

That for life and always, no ,matter how far,
I will remember forever that the moon is ours.

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Voyage of Heartache

On a voyage of heartache, through one window I see,
the fading sun dancing on waters so deep.
Mile be mile, my destination is clear,
in my heart, I wonder if I am sailing on tears.
The only sound to be heard are the lonely filled waves,
lost voices of loves from watery graves.
So alluring it is, but so cruel it can be,
the souls of so many concealed by the sea.

As the darkness takes hold, the colder it gets,
and like the tormented before, I am filled with regrets.
Regrets for the tears, and the dreams I surrendered,
behind the wake, her pain I remember.
On a cruise of loss, here I am chained,
in the eyes of others, the sorrow is the same.
On a voyage of heartache, through one window I see,
another soul slowly sinking, tossed over by me.

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I Saw Him Again

I saw him again, late last night,
staring off in the distance under the star's gentle light.
He stands there staring, trembling with hurt,
numbly never moving, never saying a word in his heart.
Night after night, he continues to stand,
alone with a picture held tight in his hand.
A picture of who I can't say,
at least, I couldn't until I found it one day.
Unknowingly dropped but all my wonder made clear,
there it was on the ground, muddied by tears.
So pretty she is, so happy they seemed,
the darkness holds captive unforgettable dreams.
On the back, her name, also with his,
faded but there, the print of a kiss.
"Forever us," traced over with pen,
the reasons revealed of the man called him.
Her name he wrote, still fresh on the ground,
the forever he lost, I laid back down.

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What Makes a Man

So often, I have wondered what makes a man,
is it really his courage or on the pride he stands?
Is it the way he pretends sorrow is not bad,
when inside, he craves for all that he had?

Sometimes, I wonder what he would think,
if he shed a tear with an innocent blink.
Would he know how to feel, would he think himself weak,
or would he face the world with the pain on his cheeks?

Does it make you a man when you don't give in,
when you keep secret the hurt within?
Does it make you a man when you just take it in strides,
when you can say hello as quick as goodbye?

So often I have wondered alone in the dark,
but what makes a man is the beat of his heart.
The beat of love, the beat to hold on,
the beat to believe when all is gone.

What makes a man ,
is simply the courage to stand!!!!

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Last Night, I Doubted

Last night, I doubted, though, I shouldn't,
After all I promised and swore I wouldn't.
It came from nowhere, out of the dark,
And the pain I felt tore at my heart.
Lying there alone, I wondered again,
is this love we share, love without end?
Like a newborn child lost and alone,
I cried for your touch and a place called home.
Just one chance to show you is all that I need,
God, what would I do if you should leave?
Reaching for your picture in the still of the night,
unleashed, were the tears I was trying to fight.
Never before had I felt so afraid,
as I did watching the night turn into day.
There in the night, it was easy to see,
without your love, I would rather not be.
What would be the use to your picture I asked,
to live without you, not a day would I last.
You have become so special, important and dear,
a lifetime of heartache was made perfectly clear.
For my heart is yours, and every beat is true,
now and forever, I will always love you.
Last night, I doubted, though, I said I wouldn't,
but to live without you, honey, I couldn't

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Last I Remember

Last I remember, she said not to worry,
she would be right back, she said she would hurry.
She said she believed how sorry I was,
with a kiss, she swore her endless love.

Last I remember, her tears had dried,
she said sometimes, a woman just cried.
Last night, was forgotten-her words to me,
her words were mine and were forever to be.

So much has changed since she closed the door,
so much I can see I never say before.
On her hand, I thought she wore her ring,
but it was there on the floor along with my dreams.

Her closet was empty, her drawers were hallow,
her tears left a trail I timidly followed.
Their moisture so cold, their stains so dark,
they led to an image that shattered my heart.

Pictures and memories on our bed so still,
each one laid damp from her pain so real.
Some stained with kisses, her lips were wet,
Some stained with lipstick and deepest regrets.

Scraps of paper, her unfinished goodbyes,
for the first time, I realized even the strongest can cry.
Last I remember, the world was mine,
but she said she would be back for the very last time.

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First Time We Met

The first time my eyes held yours,
I knew in my heart, I'd want nothing more.
The way that you smiled, the sound of your laugh,
made me forget all the pain of the past.

So in love I had fell through,
My soul was filled with want for you.
A want so consuming, like a fire it burned,
and still to this day, for you, I yearn.

Your love is my light, my guiding star,
my hand of comfort in a world so dark.
My entire world, my everything,
since the beginning, my biggest dream.

I love you so much now and forever,
My only true wish is that we are always together.
For nothing will change what lies in my heart,
from the first time we met.

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Beyond the Wall

Beyond the wall and wire's glare,
there walks a man with an empty stare.
No faith or hope to be seen in his eyes,
just misty tears he struggles to hide.

He seldom speaks, but when he does,
he talks of her and severed love.
On his face, you see heartbreaking sorrow,
Sometimes, you wonder if he will be here tomorrow.

You can see each day, how much harder it gets,
he is under a cloud that is raining regrets.
So young he is, but so old he seems,
As he sits alone sifting through dreams.

On the yard, you see him with nobody near,
but if you follow behind, he has left puddles of tears.
They all say he is crazy in here, that is the word,
but if you look real close, he simply filled with hurt.

What keeps him going some people ask,
but just glance in his cell if you happen to pass.
It is filled with pictures, letters and cards,
they took her from his arms, but never his heart.

Alive and breathing,lost all he ever had in life,
he chose to believe and continue to fight.
The walls might confine, the wire might seperate,
but his love for her, only God can take.

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Dear God

Dear God, it's me here, are you listening,
my heart is broken and my eyes are glistening.
Glistening with tears too big to hide,
I'm torn apart with fear inside.

Fear of losing such a precious love,
how would I live if there were no us.
To whom would I turn if she should leave,
living one day is so hard to concieve.

If anyone knows, surely you do,
dear God, these feelings are true.
Her love is my light in this world so dark,
she fills up my mind, my soul and my heart.

Never before have I felt such a need,
in the silence so still, I whisper a plea.
A plea for mercy, only you can give,
dear God, she's every reason I live.

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Promise Made

It takes some time for a heart to mend,
but this time, I wonder if it ever will again.
Though, time has passed, I still feel the same,
there's a voice in the wind still calling your name.

For so long now I have tried but it's time I gave up,
my heart is yours, it is you I love.
No matter the pain each memory brings,
you were and are my sweetest of dreams.

In my mind, every dream at night,
it is for you I still reach in the quiet of the night.
Yesterday rages, I have no tomorrow,
No God can take my sorrow.

If only you knew my pain, then you might understand, 
I promise to love you always, so on that promise I will stand.