Ernest Cook Poems

I guess I wasn't good enough,
Not who you always wanted.
And as you sleep tonight,
I''ll lie awake haunted.
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I see them all walk by, yet these halls I walk are empty.
They're concerned with who they are, but everybody here is nobody.
How they look is so important, even when they are all blind.
And in groups they still are searching, although there is nothing to find.
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I saw you again,
but the feeling's gone.
He was on your mind,
Darn has it been long.
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The wave of flaming desire washed over me today.
I looked in your eyes and there was nothing I could say.
Speechless comfort was received in your touch.
Is it even possible to care too much?
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