Mel Mack Poems

Awaiting by the window my love you know the picture window
the rain drizzles down; I trace them with my finger tips
I lose the touch when the dropp becomes a line
I trace the dropp and how I wish it were your lips
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On this cold wind filled night my mind taken by change
Just cry cry cry till the sun gave the ongoing world light
Caring not my soul was turned and mangled
My heart ripped at the seams and knotted, tangled
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The great wall was open for attack
Empty promises filled with worse intentions
Caught me off guard while my swords were down
While I bathed in light once when a smile took over a frown
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His eyes burned with flames of fire
Not out of anger or hatred but for longing and desire
He unwilling loves and pays a heavy price
So he hinds all feelings for if he comes out from the shadows
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She tries to feel sympathy for the boy who cries
Looking deep into his eyes
She wants to comfort him and say it is alright
Most likely though it is not alright
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