I often sat before this keyboard
thinking of you
Beautiful words would just appear
I did not sense contact with the keys
as if I thought them onto the screen
My heart grew with a love for you
as poetry beat it's way from my soul
to honor you, my love for you
Pictures of our love eternal
removed from me a need to even dream
The other side, the dark side
so much I did not know
Your secrets, painful awful secrets
I know them now, enough of them
Don't tell me anymore, ever, I beg you
It's all sadness and pain, deep and cutting
I write sorrow now
grey nights, dead flowers, weeping
broken heart, poor me, pity me
I want to find a way back
to the beautiful words
I haven't given up
It's so dark and yet
I know they exist, somewhere
They came freely, so often before
I know it was you
who took them
Please, give them back
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