Always the poet... Never the poem.
The night is a veil of darkness That covers the world from view, But it also hides a beauty That is only revealed to those
By Will Shimnom Simonabout a year ago in Poets
May these words heal you, As they flow from my heart, May they wrap you in comfort, And give your soul a fresh start.
Here, you will find peace and maybe more. Stories of loss that do not move me still have a place in my battered heart.
May, you were a cruel month, With your heady scent of spring, Your skies of cloudless blue, And your breezes warm and sing.
Distrustful of men, she pushes them away Afraid of getting hurt, she keeps her heart at bay Drowning in fear, that history would repeat itself
Like a thousand needles in my being You tear me apart, piece by piece Leaving me with nothing but grief I thought we had something special, you see
And darling, I will never claim to understand the intimacy of your hurt. But believe me when I say your tears are like dewdrops on a lawn
I do not want to beg for manna anymore. I want to write, but being overwhelmed Kills any creativity in me. The pain of struggling,
Do not stay where you do not belong Find a path that resonates with your soul For life is short and time is long And your heart deserves to be whole
You be my moonlight lover On a moonlit night We'll walk beneath the stars And feel the moon's light Your hand in mine will feel so warm
The Journey Within That never ends. A quest to find answers That should have no questions. Or should they? Weary travellers on a unknown path
Let the hurt go, my dear, Release the pain, don't fear, Let it flow like a river, And let your heart quiver. The past is gone, it's done,
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