Lantern Through All My Days

Shadows, darkness form, as dusk cradles the dawn

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Red flags — the buzzword of our age.

Only slight glimmers of light ever seen,

Red flags that say something isn't quite right.

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Night takes away hope; the futures are gone

They're hard to pick up on,

when your man is wining and dining you

and making you feel like a queen,

a princess or even just a class act

in a tight pair of jeans

and a nice-cut blouse

that shares your curves with the world.

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Gripped by guilt, by misery between

Red flags are hard to spot

when the white flags of his surrender

to your commanding force of nature

is one that he flows with

rather than striving against in vain.

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Red flags are always there.

As the liquor, the bark bitter stout pours

The specific time and effort he spent to befriend your parent.

Spirits entomb my hollow being

You were glad, really delighted your parents

had found someone they truly loved.

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But she, she breaks through the void as it bores

After so many guys not fitting their unique

and almost impossible to meet expectations.

As shadows flee, the darkness disappears

Red flags that flew under the radar

of champagne Tuesdays and Fridays at the beach.

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Cerulean and crimson fill my view

That were only seen for what

they truly were after it was all too late.

The poison burning through your system,

Renewed sense of self grows as hope returns

as your world blurring out of focus,

The glimmer of light from her eyes, renews

as he smiles that award-winning smile.

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As her passion, fire for the future burns

Tho' rough the road that winds land on yonder

I know we will reach the end, together

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Most valued possession,

(Though I don't own you)

Who really does own you?

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Lantern through all my days

Shameful, pitiful and wretched I am,

that I would avoid

addressing you, ever-present confidante,

truest companion.

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No matter how busy our lives are,

you are there, we are

Together on the same journey,

though different paths.

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Know that you are missed and loved,

when you fade, dip

out of view.

And I wait with baited breath

for the first glimpse

when you come back around,

as you always do, back to me.

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Back to me,

oh spherical rock in the sky,

light my path.

Be my lantern, my north star,

my soul mate, please?

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Author's Notes: So, funny story. This was actually three different poems carefully doctored and spliced to form this opus to the moon. As you may have guessed it is for the Letters to the Moon challenge.

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