Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

Mama, How I Miss You Mama, how I miss you Life is not the same I have survivor's guilt I feel like I’m to blame I’m supposed to carry on But I don’t know how to do it How can I keep going Without you here to help me through it Some days I hear your whisper In a breeze or a moonbeam But when I reach to hold you You vanish like a dream I try to be so strong I smile, I fake, I cope But deep inside, I’m begging For one more thread of hope I wish that I had said more I wish that I had known That you’d be gone so quickly And I’d face this world alone I talk to you in silence I cry when no one sees I hope you hear my aching heart When I drop down to my knees But maybe love like ours Can never break or die And maybe when I miss you You’re the warmth behind the sky But sometimes in the quiet When I’m crumbling at the seams I feel you wrap around me Like sunlight in my dreams Mama, how I miss you I hope you know how much you meant I swear you’re here right now For I smell your powdered scent...

From The Flame I loved you more than words could show, But love can’t bloom where cold winds blow. You left, and still I learned to stand, With trembling heart and open hand. At first, I begged the stars to mend. The silence carved where once was friend. But prayers can’t hold what won’t hold back, And hope can break when hearts go slack. You chose the door, and rang the bell. A quiet exit. No farewell. Yet here I am. Not wrecked. Not small. I cried. I broke… But did not fall. Your absence taught me how to bend. Without the need for you to tend. And in the echo of your name, I built a fire from the flame. I stitched my soul with threads of grace. No longer longing for your face. You left a wound, but I’m the cure. A love like mine will always endure. So when the past comes back to call, I’ll meet it strong. I will not crawl. I loved, I lost... But now I  see. The one I needed… was always me. Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.3.2025

Canva AI Image Facade I believe that some happiness is a mirage And maybe that’s because I sometimes self sabotage I think my brain needs a good mental massage From all of these questions that are like a barrage I don’t know and I’m still learning But this is a query that leaves me burning For this joy that I’m constantly yearning The answer to which is so discerning    But one day soon I hope to know This happiness that makes others glow Is it real, or just for show The more I ask, the more I grow Yes one day soon, by the Grace of God I’ll be more than a girl who is just flawed Finally my heart will be thawed And I’ll no longer be hiding behind this facade Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025

Canva AI Image The Words We Didn’t Say It’s the words we didn’t say. That killed us in the end. For when you walked away. I lost my best friend. Our relationship lost meaning. The little things we used to do. The good times and the bad times. Everything that we went through. No longer seemed to matter. When you walked out that door. It’s like we just gave up. It wasn’t worth fighting for. And I’m supposed to be able. To start over one more time. Yet I’m not even able to write. My words no longer rhyme. Yes, it’s what we didn’t say. That I feel with such regret. That brought us to our end. A love I can’t. I won’t forget. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025  

  Canva AI Image Putty In Your Hands Like a sunrise chasing a shadow Or an aura embracing its glow Like words that rhyme on paper Or a melody’s gentle flow To me your love’s the sun rays That light up the darkest days And I can hear the music When I get lost in your gaze I will always be the coin If you will be the wishing well And I’d wear your scent all over me If I could bottle up your smell I’m the vibrant, wild flower You are the rain that helps me grow Our love is like a forest Full of seeds starting to sow I’ll never find the perfect words To describe all I want to say But I am the putty, you are the hands And I’m ready for you to mold my clay Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.20.2025

"You Complete Me" In the puzzle of life, I was lost and alone, Until the day I found you, my heart's sweet home. You were the missing piece, the final part, The one that made me whole, a work of art. With you by my side, everything's in place, The pieces fit, the colors match, the love's in its space. You're the missing beat, the rhythm that I need, The harmony that makes my heart sing with glee. In your eyes, I see a love so true, A reflection of the love I feel for you. You complete me, in every single way, You're the missing piece that makes my heart stay. I love you more with each passing day, Forever with you, is where I'll stay. You're the sunshine that brightens my day, The stars that light up the night, in a loving way. You're the calm in every stormy sea, The safe haven where I can be me. With you, my love, I feel complete, Together our love will forever repeat. I promise to love you, through all of life's strife, You complete me, ...

  Beneath Night’s Sky In every shadow And whispered word I call your name But I am not heard I walk in darkness Or in moonlight Channeling My second sight I search for you In the sunlights beam But I only find you When I dream And to be honest That’s not enough I’m chained to you With this ethereal cuff How am I To let you go When your love Is all I know I’m overwhelmed With such grief I crack and break Like a falling leaf I’m a woodland nymph That can no longer fly I seek you out As I softly cry But you are gone And you won’t return And for your love I will always yearn There’s an affirmation That I need to say So I will chant it Every day “I am stronger Than I look True, you stole pages From my book” “But I’m not weak I’m only brave And I will no longer give More than you gave” Now I let you go And I wave goodbye As I walk alone Beneath night’s sky Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.9.2025

Please my love Do not just kiss me goodnight Kiss me all through the night For when the darkness comes that's when I need you the most. Original Poetry Written By JT Cartwright Copyright (c) 2025 Published By Eryn Dunbar