Fallen Dream

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    Fallen Dream

    When an infatuation hits reality

    On a bed of red flags

    She falls from the pedestal I placed her upon

    She wins

    She is no more

    As she wishes

    That feeling

    Is gone forever

    The next time our eyes meet

    She wont feel that feeling

    The one that used to draw us together

    I’m walking away

    From another misplaced feeling

    I don’t want to be an ass

    I don’t want to bother her

    I don’t want to argue

    I’m simply walking away

    Not just from her

    But from myself

    I needed her

    And she wasn’t there

    She should have felt better

    I’m an empty shell numb inside

    Without her

    Why is intuition always right

    I knew it was a bad idea

    But the way she touched my Heart

    I needed her

    For reasons she doesn’t know

    For reasons she doesn’t understand

    I’m left to my Dreams

    Because my nightmares

    Have taken over my reality

    The amount of memories that haunt my soul

    Will require an unbreakable woman

    An unbreakable commitment

    A dedication that will never abandon

    A loyalty that feels like Love

    Today was a day

    I needed Love

    Instead

    I’m left with my reality

    All I have is myself

    I don’t have someone to hold

    To talk to

    To Love

     I’ll dance with one empty shell after the next

    When will I find something, someone

    Worth my hand, my Heart, my Love

    I’m tired of giving and not receiving

    I don’t want to be a monster

    Can I say I even know how to Love

    I want to Love somebody more than myself

    So show me one woman

    That won’t abandon me

    Farewell happiness

    Maybe my heart was never meant to know what Love feels like

    After the things I’ve done

    Lost

    But strong and independent

    Not by choice

    By survival

    -Fin-

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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