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Lost Love

"'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all" -Alfred Tennyson

I Asked You

I asked you if you'd hold me close/ And look into my eyes/ You answered, "I am going out/ To party with the guys"/ I asked you if you'd comfort me/ For I was feeling blue/ You said, "I don't have time right now/ I've got too much to do"/ I asked you if you'd take me for/ A night out on the town/ You said, "I'm tired, I worked all day/ But we can 'fool around'"/ I asked you if you loved me still/ Like when we were brand new/ You said, "I think it all the time,/ Do I have to tell you, too?"/ I've asked you for so many things/ But you just turn away/ So now I ask for nothing else/ There is no more to say/ And when I walk away from you/ You'll speak those heartfelt words/ But you will know my anguish then/ For they will not be heard

Lost Image

We met online, a new romance/ I liked you from day one/ I watched your words so carefully/ Each and every one/ You matched my wit, we laughed a bit/ You had a classy flair/ We shared our lives upon the screen/ And opened our hearts there/ The distance great, we were aware/ But chance was on our side/ A trip would bring us close, our wish/ Was not to be denied/ Then came your note to tell me that/ You'd had a tragedy/ Your car had crashed, your world had changed/ But you still cared for me/ "Please wait for me, let my wounds heal/ And I will write you till/ We can be together Love"/ But then my screen lay still/ The months flew by and still I tried/ To find you every day/ How little did I know you though/ Some things you did not say/ I now must live and never know/ For you I cannot find/ My life goes on, but every day/ You still are on my mind

Healing

Walking down the garden path/ A snake found lying there/ Body lifeless, skin is raw/ It's eyes a cold, blank stare/ Instinct is to walk away/ And never feel it's bite/ Whispers from the heart reveal/ An urge to do what's right/ Lift the creature from it's doom/ Out of the burning sand/ Lay it down by waters edge/ To feel the sting in hand/ As it slithers through the grass/ It's true intent revealed/ Your heart's blood it was meant to rob/ Your innocence to steal/ Best to think of lessons learned/ Healing is a must/ Till once again we walk the path/ And take each step in trust...................................... HOME BACK NEXT