BLACK RIVER POETS

Sometimes I shy and cuddle up in the dark
Some days I cry my sorrows through
Some moments wring my heart out with the pain
But yesterday will be the last I think of you

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The drops that rain upon my cheek 
Cry to the winds- the address was wrong
The one that once ignited the soul
has washed with him the memories long

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Upon my sorrow the laughters mock
Of those distant times, the stopped clock.
'twas yesterday I thought you were beside me,
but the feel diffused into stark reality.

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The starfillled nights, the joyous days.
The memories I cannot lock up, gnaw everyday.
The stage calls out for you and me;
The stage now lies quite meaninglessly...

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The soul that died in thy absence
awakened upon the ashes today.
It sored over the ocean of sorrows;
but will the tide that destroyed a many stay at bay?

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The rustle of those fabrics,
The touch of you on those very fabrics
I hold close to my bosom
for those are the fabrics of my lost past- Oh! how I lost you!

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Of that poem that lies unfinished
Of that tale never meant to be
Of that word we were to say to another
Lie the romantics in mourn.

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I can't look in the mirror
my heart pains for the sore- 
for whatever you have left behind;
leaves me wanting for more, much more.....

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And whence it falls upon thy heart, the winds'll let me know,
for the aching heart has miles to go before, 
it meets you at that distant end!
And then we shall see, if our story ends, does it really end?

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