You were the one ...

You were the one

From the very start

Though I tried to resist

I was lost from the start

A charming illusion

You stole my heart

Now no-one else

Can live up to that dream

How could they?

You cannot be real

You only let me

So far into your world

Glimpses from the edge

Watching from afar

With my lost and lonely heart

Hoping for so much more

And finally that one day

You would open that last door

I thought I meant something

I thought that you cared

Whatever happened to the words?

And the memories you shared

Sadly I think you have gone

Gone from my world

For I cannot see your words

Or feel your presence any more…

Am I just one of many hearts?

Discarded along the way

Or will you return again

To be my friend one day?

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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Valentine Heart

If I was a Londoner, rich with complaint
Would you take me back to your house which is sainted
With lust and the listless shade?

If I could have held you once more in that light
It's nothing to you, but it keeps me alive like
A Valentine's Day, it's a Valentine's heart, anyway

The king and the ages, they fall by the plan
It's always the tired and the ordinary man
It's the challenge, it's funny and such

I want to see you again
I want to see you again
It's so simple and plain
But I'll come back and see you again

The lie is the angel, it doesn't exist
I tell you it's funny, but you like just to twist
All my words, it's a shame you're so young
My words, it's a shame I'm so dumb

I figure a house with the smoke and the fence
The people 'round here would be pleased, take my word on this
I would believe just in you, just believe in you
I would believe just in you, just believe in you

And five days to catch me around with my ring
As I visit the friendships that meant everything
To the girl with the clowns face
To the girl with the clowns face, 'round here

Tanita Tikaram

Moments

When I think of you

My world is in harmony

How lovely it would be

Moments spent with you

To feel the places

Where you have been

Where echoes of your presence

Resound there still ...

Prose - Dianne Dawes ...♥

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Where Are Your Words?

Where are your words?

That brighten my day

Here I am alone

There is silence again

I wonder this time

Will you return

Can I hope for anything?

Or do I just turn away?

Give up and forget you

For when you ignore my words

You give me no reason to stay

What do I ask of you?

That is so difficult to give

A little of your time

Maybe too much to ask

I look for you

At the edge of each day

But you are not there

And my hopes drift away

I wonder do you realise

How empty that makes me feel

Hoping I will find you

In the dawn of a new day

To hope for your attention

Is perhaps too much ask

For after all

I am not a part of your world

I had no expectations

Just some hopes and dreams

It was always reassuring

To feel that you were near

But my dreams have deceived me

And my hopes are undone…

Prose - Dianne Dawes

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The Journey

I saw you from the platform

Waved and beckoned you to come

Perhaps you could not see me

Through the bright glare of the sun

The train pulled away slowly

As I watched you disappear

Waving from the window

Until you had gone from view

Such a pity you weren’t with me

It would have been so nice

Some pleasant conversation

Watching fields and trees pass by

The sun shining through the window

From a sky of softest blue

Sunlight moving around the carriage

As the train wound around the bends

So nice to have a companion

Instead of sitting there alone

Such a long journey

All on my own

Soon I drifted into slumber

From the rhythm of the train

A soothing song of movement

As it travelled along the rails

I dreamed that you were with me

And I leaned against your arm

Such a warm, close feeling

So nice to feel you near

Touch always holds a memory

Long after the moment has passed

Something to hold onto

To keep in one's heart

But just as I felt comfortable

I was awoken from my dream

The train had stopped so loudly

As it came to a sudden halt

I had reached my destination

And found I was alone…

Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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