Leave

 

Leave like the birds in the morn,
Fleeing to a sunnier vistas,
Leave like winters that pry into
Warmer, steadier climes.

Leave the home, you made mine;
Make it empty yet again,
Empty- akin the promises made,
Empty, like my emotions now.
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Words

 

 

Unfair, the moments and their call sublime,

Shaken, the spirit in the vessel of time,

Words now fail me, I care not to write

Unwritten letters on blank pages fight.

 

I look to describe her with words aware,

But seek a word much fairer than 'fair'

Much better than 'beauty' can ever dare say,

And therein my words have lost their way.

 

Hurt, is her heart and the pride it houses,

Attempts that worsen the fire that douses

By itself, if time would let her just see

She's love, laughter, she's spirit, she's glee.

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