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Every ounce of pain I’ve caused
was really for your own good
but your eyes will only see the demon
that your mind has tricked you
into believing is me.

Every ounce of pain I feel
is for your aching soul
and for each time I hurt you
that demon that you see,
haunts not you, but me.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Search

You search high and low
and turn on every light.
You search all day
and well into the night.
You ask me again
if I know where it is
but I am busy napping
and have no time for a quiz.
It’s my toy your looking for
and I just don’t care,
but you look all you like
since it’s hidden in my hair.

©Autumn and Emilita SIDERS 2017

Love, revisited

My heart races,
beating a warning
my brain is to dumb
to comprehend,

when has falling
ever been good!?

All the things
I thought I loved
turn slowly into
all the things
I hate.

Those big blue eyes
burn ice cold.
That witty tongue
bites through gold.

The heat of the moment
has become a heated moment
and finally love boils over
into hate.

© Autumn Siders 2017

$

Always in a hurry,
rushing out the door,
speeding in your car,
so you can still be poor.
Time is money,
flying on the wind,
lining another’s pockets
for others who have sinned.
Always in a rush,
just to hurry up and wait
for your very own turn
to tempt this thing called fate.
Money is time
you can never get back
so are you happy
being so far off track?

© AUtumn Siders 2017

Simpler Times

They were simpler times
so many years ago
when I called you mine
and we went with the flow.

Now confusion reigns
and simplicity is gone
like my love for you
which was just a con.

The future is unclear,
the present, full of pain,
and yesterday seemed sunny
when really it was full of rain.

© Autumn Siders 2017