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Dear Lord....If She Only Knew

Dear Lord....
I now come to you, in this desperate time of need.  Needing your knowledge,
your wisdom and all the guidance you can give me.  I remain overwhelmed by 
the only true love tat you've bestowed upon me.  I thank you for this blessing, yet 
confusion wanders in my head and doubt lingers in my heart.  Yet throughout all
the confusion and doubt, the thought of not giving up remains in my mind.
Dear Lord.....
if she only knew, if she only knew how deep it really were.  Deeper than words, 
deeper than any poem or song, deeper than any thought or any dream.  
Please Lord walk with me through this journey, give me the strength and 
patience that will stop my tears.  Though, if in this lifetime i dont end up with her, 
than please Lord let us be together in the place where dreams come true, in 
heaven....for that would be y only hope.
Dear Lord....
if she only knew how far this feeling takes me.  It goes beyond what the eye can 
see, what the mind can imagine and beyond what the heart and soul and what 
all elements can create.
Dear Lord....
can you make her understand?
if only she would come to me and just reach out her hand.  I'd be happy loving 
her.
Dear Lord....
if she only knew, if the angels only knew, if the world only knew, if you all....only 
knew.

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Mahogany Rose

There's a mahogany rose that only grows, within this heart of mine, and can grow 
old if let outside, for its fragile to the flow of time. Frozen in my heart to see, to 
remember what once belonged to me, her love I thought would always be, I can 
only feel now, through memory. 

There's a mahogany rose that only grows within this heart of mine, a rose so 
special, that it does not need, rain or even sunshine. It grows and lives from the 
tears I cry, and images from a past that long ago died. So strong it seems deep 
down inside, yet drapes a little more, remembering her goodbye.

There's a mahogany rose that only grows, in a place where loves memories 
move slow. Trapped now in this hypnotic maze, where remembering all of what 
used to be continually change. Simply seeing her walk away, now I know that 
nothing stays the same. 

There's a mahogany rose that only grows, within this heart, now made of stone. 
Tried so hard but can't let go, u told me that you'd love me so, and now that this 
pain is all I know, I'm cold, for all I have left is this mahogany rose...

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As I Yearn For Thee

Even though tis not worthy,
may my hand still touch your skin?
As sacred as the crown of twelve stars,
to touch you would be a sin.
My heart stops not to the face of death,
but to the face of love.
It's a face my eyes have never seen
and a face my mind knows nothing of.
Thou love is what i long to have,
thy heart is where i long to be.
Wilt thy prayers ever be answered?
For i pray only to lay with thee.
The one for whom i'd shed my tears,yes,
the one for whom i'd cry.
The one i'd for whom i'd give my life,
the one for whom i'd die.
If staying in a moment 
means stopping the hands of time,
than i'd rather never live, 
if in that moment thous heart is mine.
So till then i'll wait.....as i yearn for thee.

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In Agony(For Her)

I stand alone chiseling stone, I pause briefly to feel the warmth of the purplish 
blue sunset ease the tension within me. I breathe with exhaustion overlooking 
the cities bright streets, which bring differrence to a somewhat repititive blue 
daydream. As the sweat drips down my face, my mind drifts away......I wonder 
how things will be. For I remember several dreams ago when she was all mine, 
now I sit on the grass outside her window with my heart in my hand. I am 
attached to her in a way she'll never know, a way she'll never understand. Its 
been awhile now since she's been gone and as days go by things don't get 
better. She doesn't know that at night I still smell her perfume, that from time to 
time when no ones around I close my eyes and sneak away to a small corner in 
my mind, only to weep over a picture of how comfortable her and I used to be. I've 
heard this song a thousand times, but never have I heard it sang this way......it 
hurts so much. I stand alone chiseling stone, her face is what I create....for in 
agony is what I am.....for her.--primothegr8

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A Different Kind of Beautiful

There's a ruined place that I call home. 
Unbalanced colors of depressed portraits hang uneven. Is this where I 
belong?......and now, I have wings in this oh so desolate sky with no escape. I 
bare my heart for the world to see for I am not ashamed to be myself, even in this 
ruined place that I call home. I welcome you with open arms. My mirrors speak to 
me in unison.....how does it feel to be a different kind of beautiful? I see paradise 
within these walls that you find disaster......and I cry. You don't see what this does 
to me, it becomes harder to break these words away from my emotions. For an 
empty verse defeats the purpose of being me. You read this chapter not knowing 
that with each word, you take a step higher upon my tree of velvet leaves. Can you 
feel it? Its a different kind of beautiful. The kind that takes you miles away from 
unhappiness. For me, this is the way its suppose to be. Where I belong, 
somewhere on a black and white street walking in the rain with my head 
down.....I'm ok but u don't know that. You think I'm sad not seeing that these black 
and white streets put me at ease, like closing my eyes and hearing music in the 
sunrise and that the rain brings me a sense of comfort. If only everything were 
that simple. For you, a vision put before you is all you see, I like the way the water 
looks when the sky swims through it, can u see it? Its a different kind of...........

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White Tigers(For Falyne)

A piece of what it felt like was what i managed to hold.....briefly.  I am now back 
where i began back where i knew id be.  For a peace that beautiful i knew wasn't 
meant for me.  I walk away knowing i tried, with bits of last septembers nights 
gripped in my hands.  The way these walls fall down can be unbearable....i was 
happy once, if only i knew when.  This feeling is so familiar to my heart, and the 
words so frightening. White tigers in that beautiful girls eyes ill never 4get.  The 
way they made her smile, if only i could go back.  Let this guitar play octobers 
song, wake me and tell me everythings alright.  Dont worry she's here....yes but 
her hearts not.  So what am i suppose to do, with this masterpiece i was building 
for you.  Add the violin, maybe it can whisper in her ear while she's sleeping. Tell 
her i have a white tiger waiting for her...oh the look in that beautiful girls eyes.  So 
different so much left to say hopefully what i write could take her breath away.  
Beauty in its finest form....these words smear from the tears that fall.  For i know 
that at the end, the world to us would've never been the same. Now i sit in silence 
bearing witness to another love lost.  Wings that somehow no longer fly, knowing 
she was the one.....i see white tigers in that beautiful girls eyes ill never 4get. The 
way they made her smile. Dont bother the water it belongs to us....the bench we 
sat on. Its not enough to make you see.......the peace that once belonged to you 
and me.  The wind blows swift, but my words can no longer keep up at its pace.  
Her body moving slowly...thats how YOU dance she said, staring at her, my heart 
in awe. She was mine.White tigers in that beautiful girls eyes ill never 4get. 
God..the way they made you smile.

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The Moon That Shines Through My Window

When night falls, my smile escapes me. My heart becomes a somber place. This 
current state of mind resembles that of a loneliness, magnified by a thousand 
blues. Yet even in this gloomy state, there's a light that can only shine, only be 
seen within this dismal mood. A small piece of hope that restores my sanity 
absorbs my feeling of abandonment. This light lingers across my bed of sorrow, 
bringing comfort to this heavy heart. Making me believe that I can be. This light 
appears not every night but every now and then, yes that's what she is to 
me..........she is the moon that shines through my window.

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My Sweet Georgia

I sit upon the hilltop, in a spot thats shaded by an appletree.  With a pen in my 
hand, thoughts in my head, and in my lap, my book of poetry.  I watch the sunset 
as i navigate through my imaginations, sitting on the green green grass that 
reminds me of home. For this i seek solitude, to elude all distractions that divert 
me from my only peace. I dwell in this sanctuary, which is only found within the 
deepest relaxation of my soul. But only in this moment will i feel tranquility, soon 
all peace and joy will collapse. For my loneliness is constantly wakened by the 
pain of existing without her. She's the foundation of my agony, she walks with no 
idea of what missing her does to me. A few thousand memories are all now that 
i carry, my life is no longer filled with joy as i am missing her beautiful face. Our 
heaven was of nothing poetry could define. It could've only been decribed with 
instruments and slow melodies, memories and old photographs. Nothing can 
take this feeling away from me. For still i am in my moment of peace. Waiting for 
the miracle of being loved by only her....MY SWEET GEORGIA.

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I Love You

Just as sure as the sun will rise,

just as sure as the sun will set,

just as sure as night comes,

when the stars and moon are done with rest……I love you.

Just as sure as flowers bloom,

just as sure as flowers fade,

just as sure as tears fall,

when from your heart happiness runs away…….I love you.

Like a painting loves color,

like a poet loves words,

like grass loves green,

and like the sky loves birds…….I love you.

Like ears love to hear,

like eyes love to see,

like hands love to touch,

and lips love to speak……..I love you.

Till music parts from melody

till rain parts from storm,

till good times part from memory, 

and till my soul parts from physical form, I will always…….love you!

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The Devil Knows

No one knows because i haven't told, that 
the devil exists in my night. Only 
because there is no sun to show shadows. 
There's no need to hide or tip toe 
through my thoughts. He knows that at 
night my peace is most scarce. Imagine if 
you will.....the world raining, in black and 
white, puddles of wet leaves, everything 
moving in slow motion. My night consists 
of no color, saturated with feelings of 
loneliness. The devil knows. The devil 
knows that at night he can be at his best. 
He can walk proudly, planting his seeds of 
doubt. Putting his mask on every red 
rose that proved beauty once existed, that 
loveliness and elegance, romance and 
bliss werent just a myth....a tale. I speak 
these words from this weary place that 
no one goes. I haven't told, so no one else 
knows.......but the devil.