Help Her

Sleepy mornings,
Weary nights.

Days and weeks,
Roll like flashing lights.

She looks up,
Tired and sore.

His thoughts trail back,
To night before.

He wants to help her,
Where he can.

To run the course again,
That he once ran.

To help her,
If she would talk to him.

Than hold it in,
And fill up to the brim.

He wants her,
To pour it out.

He wants to hear and help,
There is no doubt.

But he can't,
keep on the questioning.

As he knows,
She hates the pestering.

He wishes he could,
Read her mind.

All her problems,
He could find.

But because he can't,
He has a request.

That she holds back,
She should bequest.

So that he can help her,
Looking into her eyes.

And watch her problems,
Say their silent goodbyes.

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Land of the Setting Sun

The sun has set in my world,
Leaving only shadows behind.

Past time - sweet memories,
Are now visions benign.

A constant tribute to us,
Is the blessed rain.

Bathing us in ambrosia,
Numbing our pain.

We look into each others eyes,
And speak to the soul.

Our fights leave us maimed,
Like by swallowing burning coal.

I need her in my life,
Its a need to live by.

Lest be unfulfilled,
I shall fall and fly.

Alone in this world,
shall I be this time.

For she's who I want,
Who that cannot be mine.

I look on to the future,
Although I know its futile.

We'll drift away from each other,
Mile after mile.

Till then I shall try,
To absorb as much as I can.

At the end of which,
I'd flee to the neverland.

Where I shall age no more,
And live life forever.

With my memories of her,
I shall lose never.

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