Andrew Rose

What do I miss?
I miss being in love,
That touchable happiness like no other
Is a slowly faded image of emotions now,
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Time it ticks it fades away,
Luscious youth is left to pay,
The price of fate it can’t deny,
All is wrong but so was I-
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She is the image in my head that blocks out all others,
And takes me from the reality of sound
To a place where sound no longer occurs,
A world outside of a world.
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Many voices all at speech,
As I focus in on only one at this time,
Then I jump to another:
Broken-
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They creep up on me when vulnerable at night,
When light is dark through loss of sight,
My self becomes tired and cannot resist,
Anxious thoughts occur and persist.
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Feathery bird so plump so fair,
Soaring across me, no time to care,
Feathery plump, scooting around,
Hovering, fighting for crumbs on the ground.
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You’re the most precious person in my life,
I still get this beautiful image of you
Whenever I close my eyes.
And it’s followed by a feeling,
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The body of the youth is past,
Is laid to rest,
On the youthful breast
Of those who live in this time now,
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Oh how it pains when it rains,
Washing away past with gloom,
This makes the trees look the same,
All dripping they loom,
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I’m running through a corridor full of doors,
I keep hoping for that last door to open,
And to see a different image,
But it seems I am stuck with an eternity of doors…
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Love is a disastrous ideal,
Something to constantly fall short off,
To hinder all progression to normality,
Love hurts and that’s the truth.
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I made a collection of things of yours
From the four corners of my room,
All thoughts concealed within my heart,
Bringing back memories with every glance…
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Isn’t it strange how some things stay in your memory forever,
And weird how things scar your heart?

Can both can be lost in time?
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I’m numb,
In the humidity of the day I’m cold,
Disappeared thoughts of loneliness reappear in force,
A crushing blow,
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Where is this?
A dark space of nothing.
Who knows how long this is?
Without measure?
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When people feel depressed
sometimes they get suicidal,
Clinging onto the ledges of emotion
by their finger tips,
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Those floating pockets of moisture,
Surprisingly deep and grey,
Make for a cloudy day,
Whose base is a dreary reminder,
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How quickly the time passes up here,
At one moment the sun,
In all its glory,
The next the moon is displayed,
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Isolated;

Like the grain of sand-
at the centre of a pearl.
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Realisation can be a terrible occurrence,
I don’t think it’s supposed to work any other way.
Tonight was one of those occasions…
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