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Chelsea Truelove Poem
I've been buffeted by life's storm,
Twisted by the roaring gale,
Nearly drowned in the pouring rain,
And pounded by the persistent hail
The tempest is but of the mind,
Though more palpable than if t'were real,
A maelstrom of raging emotions,
Competing to change what I feel
Happiness is suppressed by sorrow,
Which gives way to emptiness and guilt,
Growing on my mind with anger,
No wonder my heart has begun to wilt
Shadows of the past still haunt me,
Hiding in the dark corners of my mind,
They come forth increasingly often,
So I know fairly well what I'll find
I know why the storm is hounding me,
It's made of the things I'm holding on to,
Things that made my life worth living,
What I don't know is what I should do
I'm tired of struggling through this storm,
And the pain I have come to know,
The best thing would be to release the past,
But for some reason, I just can't let go
Copyright © Chelsea Truelove | Year Posted 2011
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Chelsea Truelove Poem
I thought I was done crying for you,
But it turns out I’m still not through.
I can still feel your hand in mine,
And I can picture how your eyes shine.
I can feel the pressure of your arms around me,
I can still distinctly recall that feeling of electricity.
I just can’t let you go right now,
I should, I just don’t know how.
I’m supposed to better with you gone,
But my heart just isn’t quite done.
The thoughts run through my mind,
Over and over again, all the time.
I’m well aware that I can’t let you go,
I just really need you to know.
I thought I was done thinking about you,
But my thoughts always turn towards you.
I can feel your skin beneath my lips,
And I can picture your hands on my hips.
I can feel your presence when you aren’t here,
I can still recall your breath on my ear.
Copyright © Chelsea Truelove | Year Posted 2011
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