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Forgotten Love

By Forgotten Fox

Love is like a glove
It goes off then its gone
Somtimes hard to found
Somtimes you forgot where you put it then its lost
Like lost love
Flown away like a dove
Wish i still had it
Lost it i did
Never to be found again
Lost it forever
Alone in the world
All alone and Forgotten
With out hope
How can i coupe?
The sleeping stars are watching me
How can it be?
Oh Beautiful sleeping stars why am i so Forgotten?
I am full of hate
With no mate
With a broken gate
Is it too late?
My bleeding heart will never heal
My love locked away in a seal
locked away forever
Lost the Key
Its so very sad
It makes me so very mad
I’m wasting my life and destroying my dreams
Oh Burnings stars wish you could light up my life
My love is forgotten
Never will i love again
And never to be loved again
My heart full of sorrow and unloved blood
Blood that is on fire
Blood of anger and hate
Its too dire
Yep its too late
Too late for me
the Forgotten Fox
is Hated by many
With no love
How can it be?

Goodbye My Friend

Hey you,

I’m sitting here, reading your mail. Three sentences into it I had to get up and get a drink first. I could see this was going to be a long read. You sound so happy with the new work. Everything is new and big and shiny. There are so many challenges. But that is what you love. To take a problem, reduce it to its smallest component and then solve them one by one. Total dedication. I think that is one of the reasons I fell in love with you.

I can see that your move to bigger and better things was definitely the right one. Yet I cannot help feeling jealous. Spending all that time at work, making new friends meeting new people. I know it will be just a matter of time before you meet some guy that is equally driven. And things will progress from there.

You are going places that I cannot follow you. Places I don’t WANT to follow. But I can see it makes you happy. This is what you have been working so hard for and I can say with all my heart that you deserve every second of success coming your way.

I feel as if I’m losing you forever, even though I know that’s not true. But one day, when you come back from those places, or when you’ve carved your niche and it’s big enough for two, that day, think back and remember me. I cannot predict the future but I KNOW you will succeed beyond your wildest dreams.

Goodbye my friend, goodbye

 

The Sound

A BANG OR A WHIMPER: it matters not.
The sound is gone.
No echoes of voices in vacant lots:
The silent dawn.
Rain on a pond and the cry of a dove,
Like melodies poorly drawn.
‘Though music’s no longer the stuff of love,
The insipid ensemble plays on.
The silence of lyrical voices,
Lost in a life lived too long.
The vacancy of our choices,
Everything’s played out wrong.
The pain of a life masqueraded,
In a world where we sought to belong.
We find that our fortunes have faded,
Our lives have been sold for a song.
The sound is gone.

Dial

By Amy Friauf

I wait for the ringing;
I lay outspread weeping,
The phone looms near
As I quake with internal fear.
You do not call,
Yet your name and face
I continue to thrall.
Have you lost the number,
Or shall I try harder?
I can’t wait for You–
I must dial without argue.
Reaching for the phone
I tremble to the bone.
But you don’t reply;
Your love I don’t deny
So then I sigh
And continue to standby,
Waiting for the ringing
As I lay weeping…

 

What Happened?

Always out there, always popular
Always had friends, always with a partner.
One marriage but what was love?
Another marriage and I had it for real
Then she went and found it with another.

My soul mate next but I couldn’t escape
The ravages of my childhood…Nor she
as we loved and lost and fell apart
time and time again.
For she was the one.
Now she’s gone too, and happy like all the rest.
After me they always do best.

Meeting new people, going out now.
Singles scene, not for me, but what else?
The process helps but can’t fill the hole within.
They care but I feel nothing.
What should I feel?
How do you feel?
Who to talk to?
Brother, Mother. They stuffed my head.
Father wonderful, but now he’s dead.

Now it’s just me and my new shadows.
Lurking, silent, unrelenting, cold and draining.
They follow me everywhere, They’re always there
I can no longer hide. When will they go?
But I have my kids, although they’ll never know.
So far so good, they haven’t seen through my faces
My smile manufactured when I take them places.

I’ve done my dash, I had my chances
Just never meant to be, for me.
I see now that the kind of happiness I’ve always dream of
was only meant for others.
And so many others
What happened to me?

Goodbye D
Goodbye J
Goodbye K
I envy your happiness.