johann weiss Poems

So tonight I will toast at your funeral.
Because we knew this wouldn’t end well.
Lately I’ve began to look and see.
That we are lost in our own history.
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Peace for the love that only life can show
never to be destroyed by earth, wind, fire, or snow
to live life upon an unknown cost
yet as we live we seek yet we are lost
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There is a flag on the door, and joy left on the floor,
A woman sobs all day long crying to the tune of an old song

A voice cries “Where is he, Where is he? ”
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I’m sorry it had to end this way,
I’m sure you wanted it to go on
Yet, we still grow and are forced to say
“good bye” it’s the worst part of this our song.
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Alone in my room I hear whispers of my own fears,
These echoes of my past that bring me to tears.
A knife, I hold in my hand can make these leave me,
Is it so much to ask to just forget I know the sharp edge.
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