Know This

She ran around from the swings to the slide,
and back into my arms.
She smiled and pointed at the plane in the sky.

I smiled as she ran around in the grass with her arms spread open,
pretending to be a plane too.
When she laughs; she reminds me of you.
She don't know you're gone,
she don't know you're coming back.

I left you not knowing,
never wanting you to lose your focus.
Crying at night,
because soon I let you go completely; blaming it on the distance and time apart.

I left you wondering why,
you believed it was perfect; it was.
Still I made my decision to let you go and focus on your dreams.
You were fighting to be with me, but I changed my number and moved.

She plays with my hair, and tells me she loves me.
4 years old and still she takes my breath away.
You wanted adventure, and now I look at the pictures of you,
your happy.

If you were here right now,
I'd smile and wish you good things;
and if you were to ask about her, I'd lie and say she's mine.

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I'm laying in bed,
wondering why you let me go.
You were all I ever wanted,
My life.

I look up at the stars,
hoping your looking at them too.
Just like that night in November,
taking a drive to the lake.

You would smile at every little everything I said,
Laugh at every joke I told.
Looking back on it all, I'm wondering where I went wrong.

I know you hate the distance,
But I keep assuring you I'll be home.
I've been back in this country for about a year now,
Nothing but the same routine, Guard, Train, Eat, Sleep, and look at photos you sent me.

When I'm in town,
I visit your favorite places; in hope to see you.
Your best friend tells me your doing good,
but she don't tell me where you reside.
Your brother don't talk about you much,
Why did you leave?

I hear nothing but gun shots in the back ground,
my buddies laughing and joking around me.
They tell me to move on,
while one of my best friends tell me to not give up.

I try to fall asleep but I still end up laying here instead.
Do I miss you only?
I get up and check my email hoping to get one from you,
instead its my sister; "She's coming to town in two weeks."

My sister never liked you,
but she hates seeing me this way.
Coincidence you're back when I come back into town.
This time, after four and a half years; I'll hold on tight;
say all that I need to say, I still love you.

Think of Me

It's almost midnight.
I lay in the bed of my truck
listening to the music.
I count the stars,
while the moon hugs me with it's moon light.

The song plays;
a lovely melody.
I hum along and look up at the moon.
Talking to the moon is my getaway.

Whispering to him,
"Where ever you may be,
I hope you look up to the moon,
the stars, the sun; and think of me."

"When you hear my song,
I hope you dance."

"When you dream, I hope its of me,
in your arms is where I'm meant to be."

I look up and see shooting stars,
crashing into the other skies.
As the moon starts to fade
the sun rises.

Good bye to the moon,
I hope you think of me, like I think of you.

Her Angel

In a dream you can be anything you want to be,
achieve the unthinkable and maybe it may come true.
That's what her mother told her ever since she was a little girl.

At three years old she dreamed of flying,
being a princess, and laying in a field of sunflowers.
Ten years olds, she dreamed of being beautiful,
her dad still being by her side, and having her family all in one house again.

She dreamed all these things and still no dream of hers came true.
So 15 years old, one night she talked to her angel in the sky, her dad.
He told her I'm still here,
she wanted so much to see him, he sent a butterfly.

As it fluttered around her, she let out her tears.
Every night she talked to him,
about what her dreams were,
where she wants to be,
and who she wants to be.

She couldn't hear his voice,
she couldn't see his face; except in the picture she held in her hand.
He kissed the top of her head, like he does every day and night;
and she could not feel it.

18 years old she cried one night,
screaming at her angel, asking him why he left;
what was the point?
'I just want a hug you and see your face again, i miss you daddy!'

She screamed so loud and cried so much she soon fell asleep.
No one ever understood why she cries.
They didn't believe in signs.
Signs like #36, butterflies, some country songs, and the way she knew he was there.

After that night,
she felt relieved, happy and calm.
She still felt alone in her world, just because he was missing.
He could see her pain, he then decided to grant her wish.

22 years old, she looks up to the sky and tells her angel,
I wish you were to see your grandson grow up.

He knew his little girl was now happy,
And no longer alone.

Summer Lake

She stood across from me,
Her dress trailed behind her as she walked around giving and receiving hugs.
I stood there watching her as she danced through the crowd,
Looking like the girl from the ‘Couture La La’ commercial; but natural.

She smiled and glanced towards me,
at that moment I was reminded of that week we spent here at the lake.
The week that made us inseparable,
we created our story about that week.

I dream of that week,
imagining your hair brushing against my cheek;
I miss you grabbing my hand to impress my with your palm reading.

I remember our little debates we used to have,
you believed in mermaids and fairy tales.
While on the other hand I believed in good swimmers and science.

I began to slip back into reality when I no longer see you in sight.
You must have left the party,
everyone is still enjoying themselves and I start to wonder why I'm still here.
No longer feeling the need to stay I walk back to my car.

That girl that was happy and confident
was now walking along the lake lost in thought.
Your hair was no longer up, but now
flowing down your back.
No longer in heels; now barefoot.

Dipping your toes in the water,
and finally letting out a smile.
I decided  I wasn't going to let this moment pass me by.

As I walked over,
I thought of different ways this would turn out.
You smiled and grabbed my hand,
by now it didn't matter how it would turn out; I was happy I was here with you.

We sat in under the tree,
it had our initials engraved in it;
soon everyone was leaving the party.
You grabbed your heels and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

For that quick moment I felt your hair brush against my face.
Soon all I saw was your tail lights.
You left me with another memory,
Till the next time I see you.

One Day Too Late

The crowd is shouting,
singing along with you.
Songs I could never really follow along to.

Hands waving in the air,
body's moving in rhythm to the song.
Again I never had the same rhythm.

I watch from back stage,
watching how you and your fans connect.
We haven't had that connection in months,
ever since I told you I no longer wanted this life.

A life where we are no longer just Us,
but now a life where it is us and your fans.
7:30pm

I have already called a cab,
saved enough money to go home.
I had my things packed lastnight
but you were to tired to even notice.

As the crowd shouts for more,
I silently walk out,
I don't look back because I'm afraid I wont leave.

The driver is loading my three bags I have in the trunk.
Again I try to not look back, but I do.
Still everyone is shouting your name,
and here you are standing in the doorway.

I look in your eyes and you look in mine,
still we both no this is goodbye.
I get in the cab,
you walk back to the stage.

This is goodbye.