Gary Excell

I think of you, most every day,
The fun we had, the smiles and laughs,
I wish I knew what I did wrong,
To make you leave me, now you’ve gone
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An expanse of gas, Sudden breaks,
Swirling Dust, and Sulphur lakes,
A Spiralling ball, too hot to see,
The Impact on our home to be.
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To dream of truth,
Through anguish and pain,
To feel alive,
In the darkness and rain.
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We are all but particles of dust in the mist of time,
Each day that passes, each night that awakens,
Our emotionality of awareness and evolutionary seconds,
Are all just grains of sands, flowing into the depth of time,
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Loneliness in realising your bed is empty when you sleep,
your phone is silent without a bleep,  
your family never seems to want you around,
and the others you contact you don’t hear a sound,
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Remember when we kicked our way, Through Autumns golden gown,
Those brightly coloured leaves lay by, Upon the mossy ground,
Fragrances of autumn’s mist, Dampness fill the air,
Running through this lush green land, Without a single care,
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I can't help the way I feel,
I know this feeling is wrong,
My love for you is shining through,
And seems to be so strong,
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The tidal thoughts of all my life gone by, 
The friends I had, the truth and the lies, 
O'what a dream I once did see, 
To find true love for eternity, 
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I think of you, the way we were,
The fun we had, the smile and laughs,
I wish I knew what I did wrong,
To make you leave me, now you’ve gone.
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I know our bond was never there,
I know it seems I just don’t care
The hands of time have moved along
Our lives have parted for so long
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I often sat and thought of why,
my life was slowly passing by,
I could not see what I should have seen, 
someone else, where I’d been,
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A true guy, kind, warm and loving,
N ever angry, always caring,
T he nicest guy in every way,
H appiness did fill my day,
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I think of you, most every day, 
The fun we had, the smiles and laughs,
I wish I knew what I did wrong, 
To make you hate me, now you’ve gone.
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I love you more than summers sun,
Birds and bees, the horses that run,
More than the autumn leaves that fall,
More than the trees that grow so tall,
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Upon the ledge and crag he sings,
Beauty, boldness and proudness he brings,
The danger below, the thrashing of the waves,
So many have fallen into their graves,
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You dream of a gun, being held at your head,
A squeeze of the trigger, your lying there now dead, 
You awake in a trance, shadows fill the room, 
The atmosphere so stuffy, sitting in the gloom,
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