The Lost One

Love was her symbol,

joy her only cry.

I've spoilt you, she told me,

just before she stumbled dry.

What once was loved and symbolised fame,

is now, just detested and burned to flames.

She was brave, courageous, dauntless,

with the heart of a dove,

for even the sands that tried to drown her,

she'd caress and love,

after a state of wonder, they'd flip, trip and frown,

beneath her feet they'd march under,

as if to bow down.

Never have I seen her thereafter,

missing the merry smiles and beautiful laughter.

She's left no grave to pry on,

no memory stained,

How could I still be weary, while happiness is all I ever gained.

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The Rebel

All that burden on shoulders wearied,

hopes and dreams all buried.

Is it too late to break these shackles of slumber, oh thee?

too late to even run free?

A million dreams is all its going to take,

for the rebel to awake.

For I'd fly beyond the bright blue sky,

wishing the land and sea goodbye.

I'd climb every mountain,

where only the sky I see,

waving at the birds that run free,

Though time feels like the sand slipping

through my fingers,

But I'd stay some more, like the sun that lingers,

only to feel the wind gushing through my hair,

while I dream without a care.

And I know he'd take an eye for an eye,

I'd shudder and shout, but give it a try.

After all that pain, more than anyone can bear,

I can finally feel, its time for us to finally heal!

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