Ryan Lee Morris
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Ryan Lee Morris Poems
You don't see me. But I stand right here. For my past mistakes. Made me disappear.
Just another broken promise. Your words are really cheap. You're writing cheques with your mouth. Your body will not keep.
One is All, All is One
I will live a thousand lives. I will sleep a thousand sleeps. Though the thousand is really one. I will dream a thousand dreams.
Ego is the demon seed, rooted in our minds. Being right, for what is deserved. But what is deserved? Are we so entitled, that we are above the next?
One Last Time
Just one last time Before I go Let me tell you much I love you so
You opened the door, You pushed me away, You left me with, No words to say.
Life is a Journey; Not a Destination
The time has come To say good bye I gave it my all I really did try
Hands of Time
Time is my drug, my addiction. Tick toc, tick toc, tick toc. I am running out, I panic! I steal some from another.
Ripples - Dedicated to those Lost at San...
The sun rose A gentle breeze. The pond was still that morning. Peace, tranquility, serenity.
I came across a man today, Who years ago, did me wrong. Although much time had come to pass, My resentments were still, so strong.
Our Marriage Is Our Garden
Our marriage is our garden. I want our garden to be beautiful. With lush green grass, With fragrant and colourful flowers.
Diamond In The Rough
The rock is unearthed. A diamond is born. Unclear and jagged, What it will become,
Breaking The Chain
To find my spirit, is to free my mind. My mind tells me what I want. My spirit tells me what I already have. What is pleasing to the eyes,
A Change of the Season
Raindrops are falling from high in the sky Reminds me of sorrow from days gone by The sky is so Grey and the wind cuts like a knife Finding your way through this abyss they call life
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You don't see me.
But I stand right here.
For my past mistakes.
Made me disappear.
The invisible man.
I am to you now.
I want you to see me.
Please let me know how.
Your loving gaze.
Pillow talk nights.
The laughs we shared.
Let me be in your sights.
Sharing our dreams.
Where did they all go?
Are they invisible too?
Don't let this be so.
Fun times with the kids.
Last minute trips.
Holding you close.
Your warm sweet lips.
Your gentle touch.
Your beautiful smile.
Are they gone forever?
Or just for a ...