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Body Ache

Body ache, body ache, silent yet sure, How it leaves me in anguish to find a cure Reckless, Restless, terrible shame, As you forgive but don’t forget, that I’m to blame Apologies and forgiveness never do any good, Solemnly, with my heart in my hands, there I stood Before him, and another, both the same kind, Yet I knew deep down, it was wrong in my mind I was warned, but didn’t heed, As my heart’s pace gained speed Body ache, oh silent body ache, As every inch of my body will begin to quake I’m blind, I’m sad, I’m useless, I’m clad In emotionless fear, in the sweet sorrows of bitter love, I need a guardian, an angel, perhaps just a dove To guide me, to show me, the direction through the pain, I hadn’t had one before, I’d be much further from sane Body ache, oh fragile body ache, I’m feeling betrayed by now, It leaves the ones who love me to wonder how I could have been so restless and reckless with ease, The responsible one who held the keys To many hearts, many hearts she must break, Before she can reconcile and make Her wrong doings right, The light is in sight My dry red lips, As the candle wax drips And the loneliness fades to grey, How I’d have given anything, just to say That I’d loved him and cared for him as he’d drifted away, When all I’d wanted was for him to stay My heart is jagged, dark, deep and heavy as coal, And the loneliness and loss has taken a toll, As my heart sinks, one that he stole, That’s the manner in which body aches dwell, As another came along, to cast a spell How it miserably failed, My secrets have sailed Further than my eyes can see, As the sky, the ground, the reflection of we Becomes translucent, parallel to the shore, Body ache, body aches, for I loved him more

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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