christopher murphy

The smouldering ashes relight,
as love kindles and nurtures
the new flames of desire.
Slowly they turn from ash grey
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Unable to offer any directions,
i stood and watched her drift away.
Tacking her way across the ocean,
with a heart shaped sail.
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so the chains finally break
i am set free
it is no longer us
but back to being me
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i see your lips moving
yet i hear no voice
i see your eyes looking
yet see no emotion
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i know your out there
searching for me
as i search for you
i know your out there
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Do you really exist
my dream of a soul mate?
I feel you,
as i feel the fresh breeze in my face
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oh my love,
my fair sweet love.
how i miss your tender kisses,
each one reminding me of a reason i love you.
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can you love me
can you mend my broken heart
can you be there when i break down
can you be my support when i stumble
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am sick of crying all these tears
since i left my home
its been a few years
all i want is someone to share
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bonded by emotions
of sorrow and pain
nothing to lose
everything to gain
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i can sit and talk,
without the need for words.
i can hold your hand,
without the need for reason.
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as i walk along the shore,
the waves spilling up the beach.
it seems their trying to whisper to me,
as up the sand they reach.
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The early morning sun creeps into the room
with the promise of a new day.
i stir from my sleep
an unfamiliar room greets me
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I look at you with eyes of wisdom
your youth and beauty a sight to behold
the way you lay in my arms totally at peace
like a rose in the early morning sun
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Let me in your dreams
let me in your heart
let me in when were together
let me in when were apart
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If you find love, like the love we shared,
then love it.
If you find passion, like the passion we shared,
then light it it.
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The burning embers of love surround my heart,
still smouldering, but dying slowly.
Starved of oxygen, as i am starved of your love.
Gone are the flames of desire, that once lit up my soul within.
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dont be sad,
the love is not lost.
the dreams we made,
of days much longer,
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staring at a bright screen
into the early hours
where restless souls gather in the night
to talk about their sorrows and their plight
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The Howling wind,
outside my window.
Rounding up the autumn leaves,
like wild horses.
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