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I can't understand it. I guess acceptance is just not allowed. In a picture
imperfect world where souls silently suffer and thier bodies coldly fall to the
ground.My heart left hollow. My mind filled with questions. The truth accompanied
by a guilt stricken concience found.Different places in conversation with him left
scrambling in my mind. The emptiness I feel when I realize he will no longer be
around. A happy smile for every thousand tears. A mind twisting sequence. My
watery eyes have not yet disappeared. Those last moments with him
unkwowingly drowning in my own ignorance. My mind now collapsing
remebering my blank second sense. Forgiving the peers around him who
unkowingly dimmed the happy spirit he possesed. Only a bright light I noticed of
innocence,kindness, and incredible happiness. He cheered my day with each
caring hello. Little appreciated at the time ,treated like a blessing to my memory
now. He took a piece of everyone whose lives he touched. Onlookers with heavy
hearts and sad eyes. He was loved and he will be missed very much.
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Fight each fight. Find the joy in stabbing the heart of another nieve friend. No way
out for me now;my memory knows to shut the door while my heart waits and
cries hoping you want back in.
In only a dream I can look you in the eye and feel only your selfish hand drawing
me near. As you start to ask how I've been I will casually answer without regrets
or a tear.
But for now,I will wait comfortably by a drafty window in my loveseat most would
simply call a chair. Hoping you will let me know you will not be by in a phonecall
so it would be easier to pretend you care.
A moment of awakenment I can only dream to find.My feelings up until now
have been so fickle even to those, unlike you,were kind.
So fight each fight. deal with your feelings,your temper, or your past. I do hope
one day you win. For recreation,look me in the eye, and stab me with that hollow
gaze, so my bloodshot eyes can see you smile because I keep giving in.
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The smell of smoke on his clothes.
The crack in his voice.
The joy in his laugh.
The softness of his touch.
The clamor of his music.
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Silk sheets for romance.
silk sheets filled with sinful bliss.
The barbaric pleasure the sheets painfully witness.
Eyes of sorrow for the pain and strife their master knowingly creates.
Confused by the way the victim screams joyous.
Showing only a smile on her face.
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Your words serve no purpose as I glance into the moonlit sky. My heart steps
back as you question why my apologies are turning into a prelude of
goodbye.
Regretting the head games I played solely on myself. Seeing my tears turn into
fortune with you dancing around my memory's wealth.
Believing I found happiness in someone I never learned to trust. Tainted
feelings captured understanding our love had only the characteristics of lust.
My mind quick to be selfish now, wanting to regain no less than all my heart's
misguided pride. My heart in truth, a foolish stronghold, waiting to ask a liar why
he lied.
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Robbed of inhibitions. Misled with perverted ways. With dollar signs as arrows
self-worth has been betrayed. Not believing there is a soul within to be lost. A
heart left to ponder on what happiness cost.
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My heart's imagination has once again triggered into flight. Soaring through my
head as if my heart's soul was searching for a familiar romantic light. Desperate
in ways to romanticize my ignorance, I ask it to visit me each quiet night.
I awake to notice the comfort that fades away during the passing day. I wish my
open eyes would not allow my imagination to stray.
Night falls and my sight will soon defect . An inner whisper gives me
reassurance reminding me I'm not alone. I just haven't closed my eyes yet.
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