Katherine York Poems

Some words often come to mind,

That were not meant...to be unkind.
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Before the final words are said,
And loves last dreams...are put to bed;
Listen to the hearts...final call
Ere heartbreak comes...to erase it all.
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She gave until...
There was nothing left to give.
Buried her soul...
For she wished not to live.
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If life, toward me was kind,
I would enfold me inside of my own mind.
Walk on the inside of my daydreams;
And never walk out...of them again.
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Looking at all of the free things in life;
Not in bondage, but given a choice.
Spreading ones wings, to openly soar,
Above all pain...to Heaven's Door.
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Catch a ride on the western wind,
For it may never blow this way again.
Head out west, where the four winds blow;
No destination, this heart just said ''GO.'
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'Searching'
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'Searching'
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