You

We will always be apart,

but you will live on in my heart.

I'm glad you came into my life,

and soothed some of my internal strife.

Now, I feel blue;

however, I will never forget you.

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Even Though

Even though I love you,

I had to say good-bye to you.

Even though I love you,

I had to tell you.

Even though I love you,

I told you because

I didn't want to live a lie,

nor be unfaithful to you.

Even though I love you,

and told you, I would still give up

my life for you.

Even though I love you,

and will not be with you,

you will always be in my heart.

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Planting Love

Plant a seed,

check the depth, the dirt, the moisture, and the sun.

Give it loving attention, and water it.

Water it enough, but not too much.

Pay attention to how it is doing.

Nuture it carefully,

and one day, it will bloom.

Love is the seed's name.

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I Wanted....

I wanted to be with you.

I wanted to be with you,

but you said no.

Stay where you are, you told me.

So I stayed, apart from you.

And now I feel this question,

burning inside me:

Why should I stay with you?

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Moving On

Moving on.

Life goes on through the good and the bad.

Ruts come up and I go no where,

but one day, I move on.

I wonder how I get ahead sometimes.

I have come so far from such a hard place.

Life is better now, not perfect, nor will it ever be,

but it is better.

Smiles and jokes abound, and so does love.

All because I have moved on,

and continue moving on.

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Your Hugs

Thank you for your friendship.

Unexpectedly ran into you.

We talked about general things.

We talked of the sadness affecting our lives.

It through us both off.

I was unsure of what to do.

I was feeling so disconnected.

Then I talked to you.

I felt better.

But your hugs really made me feel I was ok.

They made me feel not alone.

They made me feel I would survive.

They made me feel I wanted to go on.

They brought a smile to my face.

Thank you for your friendship.

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Life is So Precious

Life is so precious,

but how often do we take it for granted.

Life is so precious,

but how often do we go blithely along merrily.

Life is so precious,

but how often do we block out the bad.

Life is so precious,

but how often do we take our blinders off.

Life is so precious,

but how often do we hit reality.

Life is so precious,

but how often do we really face reality.

Life is so precious,

so live each day as it is your last.

Life is so precious,

so tell those you love that you love them.

Life is so precious,

so stop and appreciate what you have.

Life is so precious,

so learn to accept and not regret.

Life is precious,

so be thankful for good friends.



Life is so precious,

so reach out for them in times of need.

Life is so precious,

so hold them in times of their needs.

Life is so precious,

so through the good and bad be thankful to be alive.

Life is so precious,

so treat life as precious as a newborn baby.

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I'm So Sorry

Dreams and hopes for the future

are suddenly dashed.

You had him and raised him right.

You did all the right things,

but something happened.

And you are left with questions,

but no real answers.

Tears down my face;

I cry for him; I cry for you.

Nothing I can do will erase your pain,

though I wish I could.

I wish I could turn back time.

I know you would trade places with him,

if you could and so would I.

I’m sorry seems, so hollow,

but it is the best I can do.

So I will end with those words

as tears stream down my face.

I’m sorry. I ‘m so sorry.

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No More

The season of joy is arriving.
You will see him,
spend time with him,
laugh with him,
smile with him
and create memories with him.

Then suddenly you won't.
He is gone
from your presence.
No more will you see him,
nor spend time with him,
nor laugh with him,
nor smile with him,
nor create memories with him.

Others tell you he is in a better place
but that does not lessen your pain
for no more will you see him
nor touch him, nor hug him,
nor feel his warmth, and nor his caring,
nor comfort nor be comforted by him.

You are only left with a question:
Why? Why you my son?
For which there is no answer.
Only knowing you will see him,
touch him, hug him,
feel his warmth and caring,
and feel his comfort and be comforted by him
no more.

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It

Scary, Marvelous,

Frightful, Delightful.

Which way am I going?

I want to control it,

but never can I.

And it controls me not.

It just flows;

Why can’t I?

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Life’s Path

I want to walk life’s path with you
through the roses and the thorns
because I love you.

Walking life’s path with you
at my side will be so much
more colorful and scented.

The roses will smell sweeter
with you at my side;
The thorns will hurt much less
with you at my side.

I want to make this journey,
only if you are willing to walk
with me at my side.

Are you?

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It

Scary, Marvelous,

Frightful, Delightful.

Which way am I going?

I want to control it,

but never can I.

And it controls me not.

It just flows;

Why can’t I?

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Five Little Piggies

Five little piggies went to market.

The first little piggy bought some marijuana.

The second little piggy bought some downers.

The third little piggy bought some uppers.

The fourth little piggy bought some heroin.

The fifth little piggy was a narc.

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Hope

Separation.

The phone rings.

Your voice.

I hear your voice.

After so long,

I am sure that you love me.

Tortured by self-doubt.

Wondering if love existed between us.

And wondered if we should go our separate ways.

Now hope exist that we can make it together.

Hope that lives inside me instead of torturous self-doubt.

Hope of us and not just me.

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Denial

“Girlfriend, can we talk?.”

“Sure. About what?”

“I think you're in denial.”

“I don't think so.”

“Have you taken a test yet?”

“Ummmm.... No, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Just too much going on.”

“Well, when can you take the test?”

“I don't know. Just too much going on now.”

“Are you free now for a bit?”

“Yeah for now I am.”

“Then take the test now.”

“I don't feel like it. Maybe later”

“Do you think you are?”

“Maybe, I'm not sure.”

“How many symptoms you have on this list?”

“Almost all of them.”

“Almost all of them, and you think you might be?”

“So how are you doing, girlfriend?”

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The Accuser of my Tattered Soul

From me, you ripped my soul.

My soul is in tatters because of your desires

Desires of yours, selfish ones, took my sense of self away.

Away, I drift in the wind with my pain.

Pain that I do not want to face.

Face is something I do, but deny.

Deny, I am in pain and hurt.

Hurt is what I feel.

Feel with no feeling what I do.

Do what to do?

Do I want to go on?

On to face my pain and anger.

Anger that I bury.

Bury my anger at you is what I do, but why?

Why do I bury my anger at you who wronged me?

Me the victim has become the accuser of me.

Me, the accuser is myself.

Myself did wrong, and I cry for my mistakes.

Mistakes that never happened.

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Tick Tock, Tick Tock

I love you.

You are so nice to me.

You treat me so well.

I can't wait till we meet again.

Tick tock, tick tock.

I love you.

Where are you?

I miss you.

I need you.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Do you love me?

Please talk to me.

I want to hear your voice.

I want to be reassured.

Tick tock, tick tock.

In my head, I feel your love.

It makes me feel good.

In my heart, I feel nothing.

Do I still love you?

Tick tock, tick tock.

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The Ten Needs of Love

01) To flourish, love needs togetherness.

02) To flourish, love needs patience.

03) To flourish, love needs forgiveness.

04) To flourish, love needs understanding.

05) To flourish, love needs listening.

06) To flourish, love needs smiles.

07) To flourish, love needs laughter.

08) To flourish, love needs kindness.

09) To flourish, love needs acceptance.

10) To flourish, love needs compromise.

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Clickity Clack, Clickity Clack.

I send you words.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

You send me words back.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We exchange names, ages, and more.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

Over time our feelings develop.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

Our love grows.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We talk of hugging, kissing, and more.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We desire to see each other.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We so love each other.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We want to hold each other.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We want to feel each other skin-to-skin.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We want nothing in-between us ever.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We love one another.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

There is nothing to fear.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We only want skin-to-skin.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We want to share our love.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We talk of marriage and kids.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We talk of growing old together.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We say bye for now.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We sign off.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

And we wonder about each other.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We wonder: 'What are you really like?'

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

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I am a Person

I am a person who has feelings.

I am more than a body to be used for your amusement.

Why can't you see me for who I am,

and not who you want me to be?


I am a person who has desires

I am not a soulless robot.

Why can't you make me feel desire for you,

and not just feel you in me?


I am a person who wants to be respected -

not treated like something to be thrown away.

Why can't you respect me

and my decision to say no?


I am a person who wants to be loved -

to be loved and cared for.

All I ask of you is this:

Why don't you treat me like a person?

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Sharing

You pause while talking

to catch your breath

and to steady your emotions.


Talking unreleases pain

and threatens to overwhelm you;

you are not sure what to do.


Between us, pain fills the silence;

logically, I understand you,

yet emotionally, not really.


Silence is our friend

that connects us now;

without it, we would be strangers.


Yet friendship comes not easily

to either you or me,

so we enjoy what we have.


Easily we talk to one another

and share our lives, our pain,

finding joy where none existed before.

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