⊆ 8:12 PM by Pete
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When I’m gone,
will you remember me?My moment of passing,
or of our journey?Am I to you,
as you are to meMy little one and only?The journey we had,
the hugs and kissesWhen I gave up my dreams,
and gave you yoursWhen I told you
what I needed toDid I raise you to be,
who I wanted you to be?Or did I teach you to be,
who you needed to be?Had I failed you, and if I had, would it matter if I'm sorry?But no matter what, those days of struggle,
with you to cuddleI’d do it again –all of it,
exactly the sameFrom that special moment
when I saw youTo the moment
when I’ll see you lastThe bond we sharedIs our secret, and ours aloneFor you are my babyAnd I am your MotherWho loves you
like no other.
⊆ 9:23 AM by Pete
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I lie awake
In the still of the nightTalking to myself again...As the sound of your voice,
Carries through the breezeAs whispers in my ears,
As many nights before...
As I see you again,
Time and again
And time again,
Only to lose you again..
And in my heart,
I wonder
If it's worth the pain,
The trials and tribulations
Standing between us
and this thing we have...
Will it last somehow,
or be lost forever
In the land of our dreams?
But wherever the answer lies,
or where it cares be
One thing for certain is,
I'm losing my mind...
To have but a shadow of you...
But not to be with you...
Not to laugh with you...
Not to cry with you...
Not to touch your face...
Not being there
To make your tears go away...
Without you,
I'd rather we've never met
Than to have met,
and be torn apart..
⊆ 8:08 AM by Pete
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I remember those days we spentThose cold afternoons, as we staredAt parades of cotton, imaginedLying on our backs, as time itselfWarped and tangled around usEmbracing us, in a whirlpool of dreamsAnd memories now forgottenHad we seen the omens, those signs foretold,Would it have made a rippleIn the placid waters of fate?But to spend again, those timeless daysLying on our backs as we staredAt parades of cotton, imaginedForever lost, in a whirlpool of dreams,And wonderment for what future is,Forever embraced in time’s gentle bliss.
Discordant the hues, of the jingle-bell blues
As snowflakes adrift in the wake of a moon
Despondent a man, upon a snow-white satire..
Despondent a man, beneath a snow-crusted spire.
To him, is fate, things not to be
To him, is fate, a winter's touch
To him is fate, within the pale-white pall
Pale-white pall for a fall
Silent and cold and still
A touch of salvation's full.
His thoughts to self, what dreams have I?
-a slice bit through his skin-
What dreams have I? no more
buried beneath a winter's past
What dreams have I? to wait in vain
all emptied, all hollowed
All gone, asunder, away my grasping breath!
Who wields my fate? and tears away
Who deigns it be, the relief of his release?
Beneath a white-bleached sky he lay,
a crumpled heap- A bag,
a pile of skin and bones-
a dagger to his throat-
I left him there,sans hands in pocket
Cold as a winter's grasp
Heard I, a cry, a whimpered hymn
-I whistled it too-
A happy tune it was... melodious,
as the jingle-bell blues.