No More You

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No More You

No more your smile to brighten up my day
No more your voice that said you were here to stay.

No more your words of wisdom that supported everyone.
No more your hugs that were given by the ton.

No regreets, no future dreams.
No twinkle in your eye that said...... "I have arrive."
No more our cherished warrior to keep us safe.
Just a broken heart of ache!

Who'd have thought?
Who'd have know?
You'd leave us so soon!
Never in my worst nightmare
Could I have said Good-Bye to you...... so soon!

All I have is memories now!
Memories of our walks our talks ....of you.
And picture to gaze upon.
At least they are of beautiful ones, nothing tainted,
 Nothing sad, nothing bad.
Just memories to cherish ......untill we meet again.....I hope ........one day

Life will never be the same
For when you left you took a part of me.
No problem there .........you can have all of me
It comes with the territory.
For love is a twisted demented beast!
One day your high, awe so high
You feel your floating on air
The next your a groveling fool
You don't know what got into you
Pathetic world...... so cruel!

The next who can say!
You think you know what tomorrow brings!
Ha! Don't be a fool!
Cherish each moment as if it was the last!
Leave no room for regrets!

Life can turn you upside down
Inside out and turn you around.
To feel love one must be prepared to hurt!

And hurt you will when loved ones leave
No good-byes
No fare well songs
No Cheers!
No plans to meet again...... some day
Just hopes that linger in each day
Questions asked, no answered given
Anger
Loss
Tears
Pain
Who's to blame?
No one can say!
One day at a time they say.
Truth is....... everyone deals with it in their own way.
It's just wicket madness at it's best!
Cruel world go away!

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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