POETRY WRAPPED IN SOUL

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Honest lyrics
His heart
His soul
His being

Track of my tears
Real falsetto
His mind
His spirit
His person

Tracks of my fears
True music
His Laughter
His embrace
His hold

Tracks of my gears
Truthful sound
His body
His self
His humane

Tracks of my years
He is
Poetry wrapped in soul
My frantic heart pursues

NOBODY SAID

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Nobody said it would hurt
When your love was not returned
Nobody said it would break you
When he did not love you back
Nobody said it would feel raw
When he never said he loved you
Nobody said it would pain
When he remained silent
Nobody said it would cause chaos
When he did not share your feelings
Nobody said it would drown you
When you loved alone
Nobody said it would end in tears
When he did not hold your heart
Nobody said it would destroy you
When he did not embrace you
Nobody said it would make you hate
When he did not hold your heart
Nobody said it would make you cry
When he did not touch your soul
Nobody said
Nobody ever says
You are left to cry alone
You are left to weep silently
You are left to bare loss
You are left to feel hurt
You are left to writhe pain
You are left holding your heart
You are left tying your shoestring
You are left hugging yourself
When he leaves
Even though
He was never yours

I SHOULD NOT CRY

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I should not cry
My turn to love is not yet
My turn to live is not nigh
To live with love
Is what I seek
Go away you loneliness
Take your leave you sadness
Have a way out
You longing for arms that warm
I should not cry
My turn to hold is not yet
My turn to spend is not near
To live with warmth
Is what I search
Go away you lonesomeness
Have a way out
You yearning for fingers that curl
I should not cry
My turn to wish is not yet
My turn to cherish is not nigh
To live with cozynness
Is what I seek
Go away you lost feeling
Have a way out
You searching for hands that hold
I should not cry

COMING HOME TO YOU

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To your heart
To your chest
To your love
I am coming home
To be Cherished

MERRY CHRISTMAS MY BOY

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It’s hard to think
That I don’t have you
This Christmas
Our first christmas
You should have been
In my arms
I should have
Been singing for you gingle bells
I would have
Decorated
The Christmas tree with you
I should have
Baked
Gingerbread cookies with you
Merry Christmas my boy

All I want for Christmas
Is you in my arms
To hold and never let go
To create memories with you
On our first Christmas
Wish you were here with me
Wanted so much for us
The whole world
Should
Have been yours my boy
You would have been
A Joy to the world
Mostly joy to me
Merry Christmas my boy

To many more Christmases
That I will have
You will always be
The best gift I could have had
Merry Christmas my boy
Merry Christmas Nathan

CRADLE TO GRAVE

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He was born
Yet his time had not come
Such a young life
Taken so brutally
Only few months
Until he was to take his first breath
Until he was to make his first cry
How life is so frail
An abundance of innocence
Inside a soul that was too raw
His story
From cradle to grave
Was short-lived
He had not even began one chapter
Yet his last chapter was already spelt
Unwritten memories
Were all he left
Unsaid words
Were all he had not
Unheard laughter
Were all that echoed
Promises of eternal love
Promises of forever bliss
Broken
Amidst his cradle to grave story
His life
So short lived
Yet forever changed my own
A forever memory
Etched deep inside my consciousness
I will hold you
When nobody else could
His cradle to grave story
Mine to relive
Until our hearts be mended again

WHEN THAT MOMENT COMES

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When that moment comes
I want to be in love again
I want to know warmth
I want to feel heat
From cold winter nights

When that moment comes
I want to be loved again
I want to know closeness
I want to feel fire
From cold autumn days

When that moment comes
I want to love again
I want to know embraces
I want to feel bliss
From cold summer mornings

When that moment comes
I want to share love again
I want to know wildness
I want to feel kissed
From cold spring afternoons