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Monday, April 7, 2008
8:19 PM
Just For You, Sweet
Where I long to be,
Yet all comes down just
To this emptiness of a
Shell broken. It has
But a simple song of
Love, of hope and joy,
Which never could exist.
In this time of drown.
The sky so blue, so blue.
The clouds so white, so white.
They fan out across the earth.
They go on and on and on.
Pretty birds they fly, they fly.
Pretty flowers they bloom they bloom.
Emotionless to remain, a face
of void. Eyes of steel, lips
A thin line. Fulfilling that
which was said when all
Was dark. Yet through the
Words, words of feeling;
All becomes but only a
farce. I have but felt.
When my mind raged on;
Everything but you remained.
Through the toss and turn,
Only you stood there firm.
That was all back then;
How I felt for you so.
Now in all retrospect,
I wonder just simply why.
Myriad of thoughts so free,
Rainbow of feelings so wild.
That which I once loved so,
Has now become a memory.
Presently it has made wonder,
Of why I was thus lost.
How many have I written,
Each and every last one,
All just about you, only you.
Was it foolishness, or blindness?
At once to smile upon me,
Of the past, of those doing.
Expressions so vivid of you,
Wanton in fullness of that love.
This is the series of 6, Just For You, Sweet. I can only put it in this running order. The real thing you gotta ask me for.
