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I can recall you through the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.
I never seem to understand your moods at all.
Yet, somehow I can always find you standing near.
Your voice softly whispering in my ear.

Given how my heart runs at the sound of your name,
I don't think that around you, I will ever be tame.
You turn my heart to sounds of joy,
even if you play with my heart as if it were some toy.

Your voice rings deeper then any gun in my ear,
and I can always seem to recall it when you're not near.
I have lost and found you many times,
Each time my heart and soul chimes.
Chimes for the feelings you let me feel.
You are the reason my heart can heal.

You linger on the brink of decay,
and all I ever want to do is sway
you from yourself and the source of your dismay.
You never truly seem to understand,
what it is that makes you a real man.
You struggle with people's opinons and thoughts,
as your own selfworth rots.

You struggle under the weight of your many choices,
and all you can hear are their voices.
I want to end your suffering,
I can only hope I can do something.
You seem to want to wonder away,
and never be found until your dieing day.
I worry that you won't ever come up to breath,
and I will have to be the one to grieve.

I can recall you through the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.
I never seem to understand your moods at all.
Yet, somehow I can always find you standing near.
Your voice softly whispering in my ear.

I struggle to find the source of you,
I only want to hold you true
To what makes you, yourself.
Yet, what can I do
but offer you-
myself.

Deep and has a personal touch... the definition of every good poem.