Long Forgotten

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I cannot express if this is sorrow.
This emptiness can feel like all I am.
I no longer dream, not for a long time
Hope has long deserted that treacherous harbour.
My soul has become like a ghost town,
Light has departed, set sail from the shore.

I am hollow, I am a wasteland,
The twisted wreckage of an invisible child.
An orphan of time and tide, marooned
In the shadow of the meeting
Of that which might-have-been.

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Whispered

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I can’t offer you the world
If that is what you are after.
I can’t go chasing dragons
Or find the meaning of the shadows.
For all I have is my failings,
My pedestrian disasters.
The beatings of my heart
And these whispered flights of fancy.

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Like Honey Be


Honey, I want your love to flow,
Despite the great divide.
The difference in space and time
That separates heart from heart.

That keep different rhythms,
Roll to different beats.
But still, shake with the passions
That flow thickly in this summer heat.

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Romeo and Juliet

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I look up at your window, the curtains closed,
And wonder if you are sleeping,
Wonder if you are dreaming of me.
Do I ever cross your mind
As I wait out here in the shadows.
Do you even remember the moments
We have shared and how I declared
My undying devotion.
Or have you consigned me to the past,
To a land of lost content.
To a realm of mist and forgetfulness
And half-remembered kisses.

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