Fantasies

January 24, 2020 ~ ~M ~ 7 Comments

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While waiting for the stars
To somehow align
I borrowed your fantasies
And turned them into mine

I couldn’t keep clinging
To the old ones I kept
They were too full of sadness
And so much regret

You’re the ink that colors my heart

January 21, 2020January 21, 2020 ~ ~M ~ 15 Comments

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I get lost in your eyes
A sea of swirling mystery
Deeply embedded in my mind
You’re the anchor of my soul

I get lost in your words
Always a varied array of desire
Infinite wants and needs expressed
You’re the ink that colors my heart

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Lost under the bluest of skies

January 18, 2020January 18, 2020 ~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

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I remain lost
Under the bluest of skies
Nobody, not one
Sees the hurt in my eyes

I am not free
To be who I choose
No matter what I do
I always seem to lose

I once thought
That love was real
But the longer I live
The less that I feel

And the truth is
I’ve never belonged
This is how It’s been
My whole life long

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When I think of you…

January 14, 2020January 14, 2020 ~ ~M ~ 12 Comments

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When I think of you
I think of dances in the rain
Midnight walks and talks
Never a refrain

When I think of you
I think of autumn showers
Sitting at a little café
Talking for hours

When I think of you
I think of smiles under an umbrella
Holding your hand tight
So much I wanna tell ya

And when I think of you
I feel happier when it rains
The tie that binds us
Just cannot be explained

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The most valuable gift of all

January 12, 2020 ~ ~M ~ 9 Comments

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Time
each of us holds it from birth.
We’re all entrusted with the same daily allowance
but not all know its value
and some seem to forget its worth.

The foolish tend to use it up
leaving all those leftover seconds
to rot on silver platters
squandering hours away
on useless, selfish desires
believing they’ll always have more
never realizing there is a limit.

And yet the wise
and the perceptive
they protect time with their very lives
savoring every last crumb
knowing it is a measured blessing to be cherished.
They realize time is meant to be held in a way,
which embraces even the tiniest bits of joy.
And those who are discerning
understand the merit of its potential.
For time truly is the most valuable gift of all.