Daryl lyraD

Empty fields, deserted concrete
all that is left in this barren place.
There's nothing
I hold dear, nothing.
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Before the night slowly disappear,
there's some stuff I wish to say,

First my feelings for you
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What is love? A mere obsession,
yet more powerful than anything?
Or a life-long decision
merging two lives, a wedding.
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What is life?
Is there something more to it
than merely going through it.
Sitting and waiting and passing
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3 words I have
for you and
only yours 2 hear.
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Give me a moment, a second
to gather my thoughts.
A minute fraction of my mind,
yearning, wanting, remembering
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So what does it take
to make you change your mind and
finally come back
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The words you used,
those baseless sentences
filled with uncertainty
and ambiguity.
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It was autumn then,
I still remember the snow which
softly landed on your rosy cheeks.
The falling of the crisp brown maple leaves,
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poems isn't all about rhyming.
perhaps that's all you're thinking

poetry is an expression
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Sometimes I wish,
if only I could be a little more
outstanding. A little more
important. Maybe a bit, just a bit
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Inspiration,
lacking. Brain,
can't function.
Caused much pain
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Six months after the entire escapade
I swore to forget, to forget
remembering you, ever knowing you.
I did, I really did until
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(do take what I say with a pinch of salt,
and perhaps not let young ones read
for it's rather explicit)
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This is it. My hopes, my dreams.
Everything lies in the minute.
My last 4 years of practice,
Four years of sheer hard work and determination.
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This was it. My hopes, aspirations
resting on this 100meteres.
You know how people always talked
about the last 100metres, the final run.
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What exactly are you playing at?
Do you know how often
my heart yearns for you,
how often I'm flustered
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Exasperation, desperation, reassurance.
These things that I seek for and flustered over.
Skirting, darting, flirting
as if this were all a game; oh wait love is a game.
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Why she asked,
we had a story, a fairytale.
Why she asked,
we had each other, us.
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