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Weep no more.
Weep not for me,
For it will be soon
And I'll be free.
Free from worry,
Free from all scorn,
As I flee from this
My current life's norm.

She will remember not of our yesterday,
as all thoughts are gone. Gone away.
Escaped from that lovely mind of hers.
Escaped in the words of this new verse.

The window opens.
Time will pass,
through the space
but not the glass.

Like English Ivy, a spreading vine
around my life's path did entwine.
Growing in all directions, as I see
my path to the future is no guarantee.

The thoughts in my head
do abound,
but aren't factual, trusting, solid
or sound.
Running the gamut of imagination
some profound,
have brought me to a place
without sound.

Up ahead, a ridge to climb,
upward on a roughed out trail,
through a forest plants, boulders too.
I pass through some gray cast shale
and upward go to altitude.
A broad expanse, far below.
I look and see the glow
of the sunrise, takes it's time
to brighten up this land divine.

Escape with me to a beautiful land.
Let your troubles go. Take my hand,
as we flee from this saddest place,
where there is no happiness on your face.

Along the berm,
beside the tree,
is where my love
awaits for me.

A flower rare
is what I see.
It is there; she
awaits for me.

Her lilting laughter,
carries out to me.
Her sparkling eyes
awaits for me.

I found myself weeping
the sad tears of regret,
for my loved one
having no memories and yet,
the love I have for her
is here now and I can't regret
the life we shared, as family
from dawning to sunset.

Can you hate someone,
but still love your Brother?
Can you love someone
and still love another?
Can you change your life
into something very profound,
and not lose all your friends
by not uttering a sound?
An interesting question, don't you see,
for I am talking about
you and me.

As the sunset evolves
My sadness increases
Do I mourn for daylight?
Or do I fear the night?

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Heading South.
Going bad.
Your the best
Thing I've had.

It's not too late,
I'll tell you so,
But it is hate,
Stealing the show.

Not hate for you
For this I know.
It is for fate,
Which takes your Soul.

There is no cure
For this terrible plight,
But it helps not
Through the dark night.

What can I do
To keep you now?
Bringing back the joy
For loving you.