Dustin Newman

Do you miss me?
Would you kiss me?
Do you know me?
Would you hold me?
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Absolute beauty is,
A day without care.
A night without worry.
A friend without contempt.
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Why does it hurt so much?
Why does the pain linger?
Why can you not forget?
But through adversity comes strength,
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Life is a burning candle.
Bringing light to others in the darkest of times.
Let not the wind of trouble temper your blaze.
Waste not its light for at any time your flame may die.
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The wind is chilled, the water cold.
But your autumn arms are the ones I know.

Out in a field, under the stars
Feeling you close, deep in my arms.
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What is missed? But arms embraced.
Light breath upon ones neck.
Soft, smooth touch. Set to soothe.
Whispers of devotion. Things to come.
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Bring to me My Love. For it is lost.
Search in vain I must.
My eyes shall not meet their rest.
Dreams knock but know no entrance.
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You walk to me darkly.
Void of form or substance.
Shattered notes sing your arrival.
A sigh of formality. Heralding emptiness.
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A lifetime I can watch. Your beauty that captivates.
Our lives are a labyrinth. For which time doesnt stop.
Second by second, which way do I turn?
Confusion mounts as I hear you call my name.
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I read you. You come from thin air.
A ghost. A glass shadow.
Ready to break.
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A one sided battle I know I cant win.
A one sided love. Oh where to begin.

I give all I that have but its never enough.
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Into the night the little wings beat.
Within ones body does the light show.
Lost without guidance, ready to retreat.
A small soothing light that begins to glow.
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I'll never forget the time and the place.
Every single moment that I glimpsed your silhouette.
Your eyes bear witness to my folly
Though forgivness is their nature.
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As the cold winter's bite fades into the past,
So too must the pain of memories gone.
And when those thoughts, removed at last,
More humble a person you are alone.
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The rain beats against a window.
Telling me I am drowning.
Speaking to me in a soothing voice.
Memories flood my sight.
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Perception gives me hope.
As it should.
But is it real or is it a facade?
Do I want to know?
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Open the book.
Read to me our story.

'Upon ones chest, subtly breaks.
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You gave me the most beautiful gift.
Life, some would say. But it is you.
Without you, life's choices are without consequence.
Your notes of me console my heart.
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Pick'en myself up. Dust'in myself off.
Regardless of the blocks, blood is fillin the cloth.
Keep the swings comin, only half connect.
The rest I laugh off, I deserve respect.
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A solemn remark. A pointless notice.
A remembrance of you.
My countless omissions of sincerity pass as souls from the earth.
Opportunities wrought with error.
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