The old you

I miss the one I once knew
The old you

I miss the distant days
The old ways

I miss the witty rhymes
The old times

If only the old
Could be what I forever hold
I’d never have to miss you

A clump of bitter thoughts

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A clump of bitter thoughts
Courses through my mind
If only I could strangle my emotions
And leave the world behind

But my rage is in full bloom
Bursting with savage, ugly truths
And if it wasn’t so damn hot
I’d shout my anguish from the roofs

And there’s also a pile of ash
Circling round my head
I can never seem to catch it
And it’s something that I dread

So adding to my frustration
I’m dealing with all of that too
And I wonder how does one cross-over
When they can never see their way thru

For a month of writing prompts, click here; Misaligned and malevolent

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She was the sun
And he was her moon
Both went to great lengths
To be able to commune

His pale face always reflected
The warmth of her glow
This was something he shared
So everyone would know

And as each night descended
During twilight’s first view
He would shine even brighter
While basking in her hue

The nights never grew dim
For she was his enduring light
And her luminous display
Made everything alright

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Once a bird on a wire
She knew he’d fly away
For this was what he always did
Whenever his world turned gray

And after countless farewells
She finally vacated his space
So tired of his fabrications
And of always being replaced

For it wasn’t worth the heartache
Or even the fight of holding on
So she left him where he’d left her
Until he really was gone

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Take these dreams
Which once were mine
And fashion them with
A new design

Turn them into something
Believable and strong
So that I might finally
Move along

I’m so tired of wishing
For things that can’t be
Open up my eyes
And help me see

A dose of reality
Is what I need
If ever I hope
To succeed