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Whiskurz Feb 2013
I know that we were meant to be
For a time already past
A blessing God had sent to me
But wasn't meant to last

We walked the winding road of hope
Just destined to get lost
Where love became a slippery *****
On every path we crossed

A love that taught us how to grow
The kind that breaks your heart
But how were we supposed to know
We'd only grow apart?

Buried memories forced to die
They lay beside our dreams
A pain that hurts too much to cry
At least that's how it seems

A lesson learned, we walk away
Like we were never there
It's sad it had to end this way
Goodbye, yesterday's prayer
Whiskurz Feb 2013
I wanted to buy a dozen red roses
But they refused to touch your hand
The chocolates said that, "You're much sweeter"
And, "Your lips would make them bland"

So I tried to find just the right card
But the words just ran away
There was nothing that the cards could do
There was nothing the words could say

I wanted to cook a Valentine's feast
But I fear it's just a waste
Your smile has crippled my need for food
My appetite's been erased

Then I tried to buy a diamond ring
But your beauty stole its shine
For it's never seen a love like ours
One like yours and mine

So I just want to say, "I love you"
And forget the other stuff
So Happy Valentines Day sweet darling
And I hope that that's enough
Whiskurz Feb 2013
While most are counting sheep at night
When trying to go to sleep
The poet is searching for words to write
So the little lambs won't weep

The paper becomes the poet's sleeve
As he wipes his pain away
His pen becomes the poet's sword
To keep the wolves at bay

The sheep that cause our eyes to close
Must always be protected
For wolves can sneak into our dreams
Sometimes undetected

The poet writes of the sheep we count
While staring at the clock
Writing words to stop the wolves
From picking off the flock

So when you start to close your eyes
And count the sheep tonight
Remember the poet who slays the wolves
With the words that he will write
Whiskurz Feb 2013
I wanted to believed in fairy tales
I hoped that dreams come true
I thought happy endings were real
Until the day that I met you

I thought I was your Prince Charming
And you, my Snow White bride
But who ever wrote our story of love
Was a little preoccupied

Because the story was never finished
We were loving from day to day
There wasn't a happily ever after
We didn't turn out that way

Like clouds in the sky, we drifted apart
Carried in different directions
Like ripples on a clear mountain stream
No more than broken reflections

I used to believe in fairy tales
But there is no happy ending
We turned out like all of the rest
With both of us pretending
Whiskurz Feb 2013
I'd build the world's longest bridge
Just to reach your heart
For there's nothing in this whole wide world
That can keep our love apart

I'd build the world's tallest tower
Just to look in your eyes
I would climb all day 'til the sun goes down
And the moon begins to rise

I'd walk until there's no more road
Just to see your smile
I would walk all day 'til my shoes were worn
And cherish every mile

I would sail the oceans far and wide
Just to enjoy your smell
Your perfume guides me day and night
Your love will be my sail

Now I'm trying to make it to Heaven
You went so far away
I'll walk the straight and narrow path
'Til we meet again some day
Whiskurz Feb 2013
If I could write like Edgar Allen Poe
Then everyone would know my name
Or maybe paint like Da Vinci
I would surely know his fame

But I don't have any life changing words
Or paintings to hang on the walls
They'll be no hall of fame for me
Or any other famous halls

If I could tell a captivating story
Like the stories that Mark Twain told
The things I'd write would be on display
And be worth their weight in gold

Or compose like Wolfgang Mozart
My music would be admired for years
A piece of history that will last forever
A legacy that never disappears

But if I were like any one of these here
Then my work would go unheard
And then who would tell my life's story
As my soul gives birth to word
Whiskurz Feb 2013
The paper turns to crimson
As she writes with all her scars
Her quill becomes the poet's key
That unlocks her prison bars

With her prison doors wide open
She's free from all her pain
A prisoner of her past mistakes
That's left a lasting stain

Broken trust gave birth to grief
As she writes of her abuse
But everytime she tried to leave
He'd have another excuse

She tried her best to cover her bruises
After the beatings would start
But nothing could cover the pain she felt
From the break inside her heart

She found the strength to walk away
And leave the past behind
She writes each night to find her freedom
But it's truly hard to find
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