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Purgatory

Cracking little splinters, My heart is made of wood. This pain that fills my chest, can no longer be withstood. I screwed up, This I can't deny, But I love you even now, As you make me cry. Somehow life keeps moving, And I'm Forced to walk along. But the pain I feel keeps growing, And I can't simply move on. Oh terrible silence, Bane of faint-of-heart, I don't know how to walk along, With a knife in me so sharp. You cant make up your mind, And anger fills your gaze, I see your desperation, But can't fix it in my haze. Dead in heart and head alike, Each minute of the silence, Drives deeper in the spike. I hurt for you I hurt for you, Cannot you plainly see? I know the cause of this big mess, Rests souly in the hands of me. I said i would prtect, Hold close and keep you safe. Now towards your "protector", You look with only hate. I'm sorry for the mess I've caused, I'm why your in this state, But to "move on" or "love"? All I can do is wait.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 5/2/2012 6:19:00 PM
Charles, life can be a punishment in every way... just like heaven all you can do is wait for your loved one... i see you are being hard on yourself.. hope this is just a poem.. and not a right now issue.. thank you so much for your wonderful comment. .. have yourself a very wonderful day ;-) LINDA
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Date: 2/13/2012 5:00:00 AM
Very well done Charles.....love and hate - hope love winn over the hate... no heart is made of wood - oxox hugs Anne-Lise
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