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The rock was smooth.
Smoother than glass.
Harder than steel,
no jagged edges,
did I see,
just a round rock,
so unlike thee,
with all of your edges
and crannies which be.
How about being nice,
just once? Do it for me.

I'm lost in thought.
Could it soon be
a new type invasion
in my old reverie?
"Who cares?" was said
by someone looking like thee,
for no one from here
would come out to see,
if the words you wrote,
were no longer to be.
Gone from here, now
beyond the vast Sea.

I have noticed,
I'm sleeping much longer,
then I did before,
the previous time.
I'm also spending
more than an hour
of early morning time
writing down these
words, so they'll rhyme.
It isn't healthy
and is not very fine,
to try to write now,
another rambling line.
Do you think I am crazy,
or just a bit daft?
As I am mentally alone
on my personal life raft.

A drop of moisture,
slid down my face,
beside my nose.
A sad moment, perhaps
or a suppressed emotional time?
It matters not. I don't care,
my emotions have broken,
my skin and burst from
my eyes. Does it matter?
Yes, it matters to me.
If you don't understand,
it's OK, too, for I am
the one whose emotions,
may lose control of the
moment and when I do,
you will be who I trust,
to prove my soul true.

Long are my days.
Short is the night.
I am loving my wife
and I must stay and fight.

When things are right,
when love is fair,
you will soon find,
there is no despair.
It is this I see,
nothing to compare
to the person I saw
of a beauty rare.

Why is there an emptiness in me,
when we meet and then you leave?

A strange moment.
An awkward hello.
I tripped over my tongue
as I attempted to show,
my sophistication.
A few stumbling words,
did not fare well
and I embarrassed myself.
A job I did like ringing a bell.

When life comes at you
like a speeding train,
stand your ground; firm your stand,
for nothing is easy in this our great land.

It is 3 AM
and I've been up, almost an hour,
writing words, from my memory
and asking the question.
Who are you searching for?
Do you know my name
or where I live?
Must I accept you, once more?
If I leave now
will there be a big chance
to stay here with you,
in our life's final dance?

My heart has been broken,
all of my words will say.
Shattered in pieces, quite small,
by someone I don't really know.
Why does it happen, here to me?
I'm far from the romantic
I was when very young.
A cold place, my Soul
is in now, near thee.
I do not understand why
nor will I still pretend
to know of my emotions
or when it all began.

I try writing words,
which are easily read.
Safe words, which won't
get stuck in your head.
Words of contribution,
which will remain,
lodged in my thoughts;
stuck in my brain.
Please read the words
out loud and as you do,
no memorizing them,
so speak them for you.