John Yaws

We built on a solid foundation of lies-
And then it all crumbled, much to our surprise.
I know that I loved you, no doubt you loved me-
But the dreams we were building just never could be.
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I guess the most effective-
Of writers, great are small.
Is the one who is objective..
Like a "fly upon the wall".
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When the rose of romance withers,
And the heart is sere and dry-
And you gaze upon the wreckage-
Of your life and wonder why…
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I find as I grow older-
I often contemplate-
My foolish past decisions,
My days of tempting fate.
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I thought I wanted to Fortune-
Then I thought I wanted fame,
For everyone to know me-
My accomplishments proclaim.
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It is the time of year, I guess-
When folks start thinking back.
Evaluating lives they've lived,
A way of keeping track.
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Have you ever stood amidst disaster's aftermath
Devastation so complete, you had to clear a path.
Things so shattered and confused you wonder where you're at-
And ask yourself despairingly, "Did I cause all of that"?
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I know you don't believe me
For I told you all those lies.
And that I gave you reason,
To leave I realize....
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Oh for the words to say what lays inside-
Emotions, fears, and all the stains, of former tears I've cried.
The pain the past inflicted, which lingers on and on-
If I but had the words they'd make a sad and lonely song.
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I took time to consider-
Then I had to tell my heart,
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I always wondered just how life would be-
If I were but some driftwood, on the sea.
With naught to do but drift from shore to shore,
With each new tide I'd only drift some more.
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It never could have lasted,
I knew it from the start…
Those raging flames of passion,
You stirred within my heart.
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"Can't you hear them calling you"? My Grandpa said to me.
"Something on the wild, west wind, which bids me, "come and see"?
A voice not heard by everyone, a siren call to some-
The call of lonely places, they call, they bid me "Come"!
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I sit here at your bedside,
Watch the moonlight on your face,
The paths carved in your makeup-
Where the teardrops left their trace…
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It's funny, if you stop to think.
The way our values change.
As decades pass... as fashions go-
I find it rather strange.
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I sit here over coffee,
And I think about the past.
Of plans we made by telephone
I knew they could not last.
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I wish I had the words to say-
The things I feel for you.
'I love you' sounds so shallow,
But, my darling, it is true.
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I'm sitting here alone tonight-
Another motel room.
The ticking of my bedside clock,
Loud as the crack of doom...
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J threw away your number-
And trashed your pictures, too.
I did my best to purge myself,
Of every thought of you...
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I remember coffee boiling-
On an old wood-burning stove.
While the cabin rocked before the blast-
The winter gods did blow...
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