Every night when I go to sleep
There's one thought,
I my mind it creeps
Every time I close my eyes,
Its a picture of you,
That I spy

I miss you,
Tonite,
Oh what can I say,
I miss you,
With all my might

I miss you

I stare at a torn photograph,
And all I hear,
Is the sound of your laugh
My memories tear at the seams,
But its only you,
That's in my dreams

I miss you,
Tonite,
Oh what can I say
Wanna kiss you,
Tonight,
Hold you every day

I miss you

Yes I miss you,
Every night, All I want is to say
Is I miss you,
All night,
And my only thought

Is I've missed you...
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This is a Knife,
This is a Palm
This is a burn,
Gone is the balm

This is a wound,
Raw as can be
This is a smile,
In Two Thousand Three

This is her face,
And his, his, and hers
This is them smiling,
Smiling like curs

I can't let go,
The hatred too strong
I cannot stop,
Inspiration has waited too long

Someone need comment,
Oh comment I beg
I am barely awake,
So desperately I beg

I can't take no more,
No Caulfied am I,
To gin a body catch a body
Comin' through the rye

Someone please stop
The madness that does abound

Does no one know,

How to end this monologue tragedy bound? 

So soft spoken,
Though you always had dad's ear
So beautiful,
Though every brother would sneer

So kind
Though we never did find,
So always

Always on my mind 

I love you beyond words,
And every day
I wish you were here,
Those words to hear me say

Aicha,
I love you always
Every year,
This day my heart breaks

No one knows,
They never will see
Aicha every day,
This pain I feel

Aicha,
Aicha
Passing me by...
Aicha
Aicha...

A coward, A coward

A coward is he?

Who so in pain,

Doth not the silent killer seek? 

Is valiant, so valiant

This Knight you speak?

So mirrored by all,

In Admiration is he?

So forgotten, not gotten

So left aside is he?

Who so desperately,

Sought some comfort did he...

Some pillow or shoulder,

Or arm did he seek,

That in the cold did his hand,

In the fog blindly wish to meet

Some friendly face

Or smile did assure,

He is not yet redundant

Though this new one did soar

Oh so blindly,

And emptily did he pray

And if they ask did tomorrow,

Nothing shall he say...

She is gone, so is he

And they have no more,

Sides have been chosen,

And they Have No More

She is the unwritten chapter,
The blank pages of the book
Staring back at me,
With a great promise of a future old and yellow and wrinkled
The story of great romance,
Hidden in its plain bosom

The back pages are stained,
With the memories and battle scars of the past
Rushing blue like the rushing waters of a river of dreams,
Ebbing red like blood let drop by drop
Running through the tome,
Like a tapestry of pathos and ethos

Each day the words come more into focus,
Closer to being etched unto antiquity
Chronicling warmth and clarity,
And the evolution of a human soul
Preserved as a foundation,
Upon which new chapters may yet be built

She is the unwritten chapter,
The untold story
Nor oracle nor providence can yet contemplate,
The wonders or hurdles that lie ahead
For she is the unwritten chapter,
Still forming in my head

A young boy scours a crowd of faces with eager anticipation,
Awaiting the bright smile of a childhood crush
Sharing stolen moments,
And a lack of apprehension
She was the one that opened the lock,
And let the flood gates start
The one that came first,
And for long haunted his heart

A teenager exploring,
Finds new meaning in the closest of friends
Apprehensive of his limits,
And frightened by where possibility ends
He discovers new things in the world,
And many too in himself
He leaves behind a rocky path,
And many lessons unlearned on the shelf

A young man looking to find himself,
Losing his heart in the most random of meetings
Doomed by his immaturity,
And plagued by his fantasy of eros fleeting
In the right place,
At the wrong time
He played the clown,
But turned into a mime

A momentarily serendipitous mating of souls,
In a passion that burns him hot
Covered in the ash that remains,
His heart fused like wrought
Blackened and villainised,
A fall from grace
Surrounded by chiding reminders,
Of his "rightful" place

A man sitting on a bench,
Staring ahead at a path unseen
Feeling the inviting breeze,
From a yet undiscovered scene
Content in his present,
Ever mindful of his past
He knows not how much longer,
This great weather will last

But he remains there yet,
Not begrudging a soul
Not the rocky crag that led him here,
Not the valley that burnt his soles
There was but one path to take,
That could lead him to this place
Where he stops and stares a while,
At the beauty of her face

My eyes can't focus
My patience wears paper thin
And the lack of depth perception
Is really getting under my skin

Every expert disagrees
With what the last one said
All I want to do Is bash in my own head

Trying to keep calm
So much easier said than done
Sitting trying to study
In the park under the sun

I'm driving myself crazy
Hell its what I do best
"Maybe you're going cock-eyed"
Someone said to me in jest

So much pressure, so much stress
All I want is peace of mind
Is something wrong with me?
Or am I just losing my mind? 

What is it about the night? 

That makes us long so 

For things the day did not give us 

For hopes dashed, promises unfulfilled

What is it about the moon’s last shadow?

As it falls upon the eye for the last time

That makes us long            

For things that lie beyond our grasp

As I lie in my bed

The stars blinking above

I reach out one last time

My fingers running swiftly from key to key

Forming the words before I can even think of them

Till there it lies before me

A message, a plea, a bid for redemption

In that moment a hundred thoughts fly through my head

Shall I send forth my creation?

Will it warrant reciprocated emotion?

Or will it bring only more pain?

And as I think I drift into slumber

Awaiting a response

That shall never come