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20 years later…

My heart still searches.

Nothing I write comes out right,

When I try writing about you.

You are my biggest secret, its true.

I locked you away, guarded by a knight.

My heart still searches.

I pretend memories don’t exist.

Left in the desert of my mind.

I think its easier to be blind.

It’s not safe, even for a quick tryst.

My heart still searches.

It took me 15 years to hear a story.

Knowing nothing about you was safer.

Using the future as an eraser.

You deserved more, deserved glory.

My heart still searches.

For I remember all that is possible.

The moments right before I was told,

Your watch on mom’s arm, old & gold,

Kneeling by the casket, the impossible.

My heart still searches.

You’re the secret I hold dear, for fear,

If I say too much, I won’t be able to recall,

That I’m the girl that jumped at your call,

From the swing, to greet you with cheer.

My heart still searches for your voice in my ear.

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For the Best

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 Tomorrow is the day
That I will want to go into hiding
To hide from the stares
Waiting for me to break.
 
Pushing back the thoughts
The feelings and memories
That the looks of despair
Bring back all too much.
 
I never do break
The attention would be unbearable
So I wait till the dark of night
When my tears won’t be interrupted.
 
You’d think it would get better
Be indifferent
But 18 years
Doesn’t change a thing.
 
So I will take the day with grace
Not hide, but embrace
I will tell story after story
Smile at every look and stare.
 
For the day isn’t’ my day
Not mine to wallow in self-pity
But to remember the best
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. 

~HonestLynne

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Just a girl

I still can’t say your name,

Look at your picture or touch your things.

There is a pain in my heart

That makes it hard to breathe.

 

I try to remember what you were like,

The sound of your voice or the way that you laughed.

But in the end my head is empty

With nothing but a distant memory.

 

Memories are what hold people together

But for you and me that won’t be seen.

For you and I could be strangers in a crowd

Too much time past for us to recognize.

 

So I can only live on people’s stories

But even that was 15 years of avoiding

For seeing your life through other’s eyes

Only left me aching.

 

Hearing how we are alike,

That I have your nose, smile and laugh.

Only makes the thought of you

Even more heartbreaking.

 

For at the age of 6,

I was Daddy’s Girl.

For at the age of 7,

I was just a girl.

By: HonestLynne

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