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A day late,
a dollar short.
Some of plans,
we must abort.

I am so pathetic,
searching for a friend,
to talk about life,
until our time ends.

You only live once,
it's not what it seems.
You live life over,
again, in your dreams.

Dreams are the way
life is lived to tell,
knowing your life
has been lived well.

I dreamt, last night,
a dream of bliss,
I received from you,
my very first kiss.

Why does love, sometimes,
appear in the way,
dreaming the dreams,
of life's yesterday?

Words, so many,
sentences, a few.
I am stir crazy,
thinking about you.

A lot of men worked,
a lot of men tried,
to rid the body
of the beast inside.

Inside the body,
the beast had its way,
liking the shape,
He decided to stay.

How strange love can be,
when you have affection,
for another, be it
platonic or romantic.

Here we are,
the end of April.
Another month,
burnt; ended.

How fast the
months pass by.
Another month,
on its way, to try.

To be warmer,
yet, it's still June.
One shouldn't
speak too soon.

Oh, the life I've led.
There will be no tomorrow.
No more the shedding of tears,
as I wade through the sorrow.

Would I, be the one,
who died, went away,
arising from the ashes,
to again live and play.

Wish not,
for your desire,
lest others
bring eternal fire.

Would you walk
with me, at day's end,
for I am lonely now
and need a friend.

How much anguish,
will it take?
How much crying,
will it take?
How many broken hearts,
will it take,
before this emotional issue,
will break?

Light and shadow,
an awkward pair,
if used at night,
becoming unaware.

I have lost her,
It's what I fear.
She is quieter,
when I'm near.