January 2003

8 posts

 

She sits at the window

Watching life unfold before her eyes

The seasons come and then go

As the hope within slowly dies.

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The burden she has carried

For so many long, long years

Ensures that affection will not tarry

Love shall never be given here.

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Never good enough for long lasting

She sits and watches through the tears

As she counts the years now passing

She will remain at the window, right here.

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Weaver of dreams in the night

Wisher of silent yearnings

Hopeful that the right one just might

Look up and set her heart singing.

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Yet the song remains unsung

The dreams lie in tatters

For all hope is at last done

In all her life she never mattered.

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And she sits at the window. . .

~m spohn

 

Why can’t you see me

The me that lies within?

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Why do you only see

The package I’ve been placed in?

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Why can’t you see

The love I have to give?

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Why do you only see

The wrappings that I live in?

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Why can’t you see me

And the heart I’d give so freely?

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Why do you only see

The package that heart was placed in?

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Why can’t you see

The faithfulness I offer?

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Why do you only see

The wrappings that honor lives in?

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Why can’t you see

The me that lives within?

~m spohn

 

Through the years

a heart can count the tears

spilling from eyes overflowing.

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Through the years

the spirit learns to fear

months, now years swiftly passing.

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Through the years

the soul needs to hear

my love for you is everlasting.

~m spohn

 

The words never spoken

are the ones we need most to hear.

Words we should have spoken

but got lost throughout the years.

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To hear a sweet I love you

from a lover or a friend

Should be the last words we hear

as we finally face the end.

~m spohn

 

when did you leave me

what signs did I miss

what more could I offer

that it wouldn’t come to this

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words once filled with laughter

only silence now they bring

smiles once full of sunshine

are now storm clouds gathering

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you may still stand beside me

we may share the same space

yet the best that you could grant me

is to be alone in this place

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let me mourn your passing

shed tears full of pain

remember only the best we were

let me find someone who loves me … again

~m spohn

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