Pink Pixie Poems

If there was a chance, just one perfect moment in time.
Would I have the courage to take it, finally make something mine.
So many chances that I have watched pass me by,
never having the courage or the strength to try.
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Little girl lost, oh where can you be?
Your bright eyes and sweet smile, now lost to me.
Forever alone and always so afraid.
Would things have been different if only you had stayed?
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I lie in desperation, endlessly drifting on the tide,
Whispering from shore to shore,  A lonely sea to ride.
No last communion there to behold, only death's cold glare!
Cast upon a withered beach, on sands that would not care.
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Stay in the moment, try to be strong. 
Pretend, fake it, somehow get along.
Don't make waves, and never rock the boat.
Keep your head up, fight to stay afloat.
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At the top of a staircase that is both narrow and long,
Is a small wooden door with a lock that is big and strong.
I have climbed these stairs too many times to count,
Each time more determined to finally find out.
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The past is filled with so many questions and doubts,
Answers I have spent my life desperate to find out.
Memories come in fragmented pieces always distorted and unclear,
Unknown voices whispering words I was never meant to hear.
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Sometimes I think I see you deep within a crowd
Or swear I hear your voice calling my name out loud.
When a breeze is blowing I swear I can feel your touch
Even though it's been years I still miss you so much.
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How could I just quit, just say that I am done?
The one that you trusted, thought you could forever count on.
I made all of the decisions, never once thinking to ask you.
Something even I never thought I would do.
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I wonder if you are lonely, are you sad, or do you cry?
Are you filled with endless questions, a desperate need to know why?

Do you find yourself wondering was it something that you did, or maybe didn't do?
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In a fleeting moment, a split second, in the blink of an eye
The darkest of clouds covered a once bright morning sky.
Innocence lost, to its very core now shattered,
Yet a nation prevailed, although a little bruised and a little battered.
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