Fading

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  • Lost Love

    Fading

    You should have known

    Sooner or later

    That you were going to hurt me

    You let me fall for you anyway

    What you didn’t know

    Was my Heart would Forgive you

    And seek your Love

    Tell me

    Is this fight for your Heart

    A waste of my time

    Am I a Romantic fool

    To think you could ever Love me

    What will it take

    For you to open up

    Accept my Love

    All the while

    I’m about to be taken from you

    And yet you still hold back

    Still are a distant stranger

    Don’t let me go

    Not like this

    Embrace me one last time

    With all you’ve got

    This time with a clean Heart

    And all the passion in the world

    How will you end this chapter

    In your life

    Defeated, trapped in guilt

    OR

    Embracing a Heart

    That Loves you

    I’m Fading

    I’m starting to disappear

    Don’t forget me

    Don’t let go

    Come back to me

    I Love you

    I hope you understand the value of that

    I believe in you

    I’m keeping my Hope for you

    I’ve invested too much of my Heart

    To just walk away

    No I’m here in your Dreams

    Reaching out to your Heart

    Take my hand

    Take my Love

    Dam the sun has set

    Without a word from you

    And I’ve completely faded away

    This was your Love story

    Not mine

    -Fin-

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    Trista3 commented on Fading

    12-20-2013

    the things we let slip by us today are our regrets tomorrow. well done. good write.

    TheLastCowboy

    12/23/2013

    Thanks, with regret the one I wrote this piece about was a complete liar, and sadly a complete waste of my time... I dont understand how some people can be so selfish.

    Trista3

    12/23/2013

    thats just the way some people are unfortunately. we just have to learn from them and let them pass out of our lives.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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