joel mcghie Poems

the light at the end of the tunnel
the sun over the horizon
it seems so close but always out of reach
...

it is from the heart,
like nothing in this world,
our bottomless source of joy,
vicious in its nature,
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my black and lonely heart
left alone to its demise
broken and beaten
is there any surprise
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i was once happy
back when i was with you

but now your gone
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if you could see me would you cry

if you could change me would you try?
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from morning to night
all i think of is you

never wanting anything else
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