Come over here and sit by me
On the soft grass under the oak tree
Dreams faded away paint cracked and curled
Once were the days you were still my girl
Deny not the smiles they were real
Fears from broken hearts past did peal
Let’s make things right don’t go astray
Adjust the words I said and didn’t say
The sun’s going down the end of the day
Look at the time spent we’ve had to pay
We have to go now and I don’t know how
Accepting defeat again with closure now
Let me give hope back filling your heart
Give it a chance we’ll have a new start
With our tracks behind us converging
Let’s be together once again merging
Don’t take me down on bending knees
I don’t want to but beg I will please
If it’s your will then I’ll push this rock
Never again your door will I knock
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/22
Michael's Lair 
So hard to walk away from that door.
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Every once and a while I get the dums and try and relive times gone past. I’ve even knocked on the door again, but you can imagine how that was received.
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ah, the agonies of love.grief is the price we pay for love.
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And pay, and pay and pay…
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That was beautifully penned and it was a great use of rhyme.
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Thanks Mandy for your visit and comment.
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a beautiful write…I felt your pain and sadness ~
my share: http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.ca/2012/03/simply-beautiful.html
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You’d think after all this time the torch would have gone out or burnt down and burned my fingers.
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I understand this, Michael. In the past I have often been tempted too, but thankfully USUALLY (not always) common sense intervened. I do think many can identify with your words here. Here’s mine for the pantry:
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/03/surreal-ity.html
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Well distance helps me keep it real now. smiles…
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“Deny not the smiles they were real” I love this line. I think this is my favorite of your poems. I can really relate to it. It’s very touching!
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Thanks Laura. It’s one of mine too.
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You really set the scene here: that opening stanza is a beauty. The tone remains consistently wistful throughout.. the reader is drawn in to the speaker’s appeal… I hope she took him back. Sounds like he could do with a second chance.
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Thanks Kerry. Poetry is the only way to resolve love, but mostly in books and movies. smiles
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Romance with honesty and realism.. the dignified stand of the speaker is especially endearing.
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Sometimes everything works when you write. Thanks for the visit and taking the time to comment.
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Very romantic and dignified. Well written.
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Thank you again.
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Beautifully written…expressive..
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I appreciate you saying!
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Lovely and wistful write!
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Thanks Audrey.
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In my mind — I still replay some scenarios … Why? I don’t know … they just seem to gather for a “sneak attack”!
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For me the younger I was the harder it is to accept; it’s like being caught in a trap.
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