Your Poison Dart

Teardrops on my pillow thinking of you again,
Lost in my self loathing, forgetting other men.
This sorrow burns my eyes scalding my face with pain,
Ripping the soul apart in the constant down pouring rain.

Will you ever know my sad story in your adamant denial?
Judging in your inhuman eyes putting my life on trial.
Reaching your hand through my chest pulling out my heart,
Invisible, walking past me, hitting me with your poison dart.

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Believe in Your Specialness

Wondering about all the cold distrust in the air,
The laughter as you silently say you don't care.
The crying in the night believing she was the one,
Waiting alone till morning, as she finishes her fun.

Such a cold and lonely existence that you hide away,
The truth will surely come out of your mouth one day.
Is it really worth the pain in your heart you've carried,
To say she is your wife and so happy that you are married?

What a sham, what a rue, when you know your life's a lie,
You go on with a brave face wishing your love didn't die.
The fake laughter in the morning the smile as she wills it,
Never living for yourself or doing anything to cause her fit.

Maybe you don't realize the rest of us know your true state,
You can get out of this before your heart hardens with hate.
Perhaps you do not know you are valued by more than a few,
For the wonderful man you are, for the specialness of you!

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Lifetime after Lifetime

The rock that stands besides me keeping me safe and warm;
Guiding me in the darkness, weathering the blackest storm.
The heart that illuminates the path of our least resistance,
Taming down my soft urges with your mind full of common sense.

Did you ever wonder how we were lead to this path at this time?
The one that calms your spirit, the one that makes your love mine.
It is destiny's hand in the making to guide us together again;
Lifetime after lifetime our greatest love between woman and men.

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True North of Destiny

My love you are the True North of my destiny;
The light that guides my life of all I could ever be.
The rapture of our soul, the object of my desire;
Written in the stars, with the force of eternal fire.

With the passing of time your memory becomes bolder;
Craving your passion is more intense as I get older.
Your laughter is the spirit that creates angel wings;
Hugs that embraces you back, forgiving all other things.

Believing in us, the rain is gone, no not one more tear
As I gently guide you to a place where life is free of fear.
An environment that is safe and warm, an Earth sanctuary;
Where the great divine watches over us forever into eternity.

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