Racheal

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    Racheal

    When the nights come

    Is when my heart is no longer numb

     

    All my feelings come to surface and to mind

    My lonely heart searching for you not knowing that your not there to find

     

    crying every time the thought of you comes to form a picture of your beautiful face.

    My tears fill my eyes my throat closes my breath is shallow and begins to race

     

    my mind confused, heart broken and pain in every direction.

    You left me alone broken by affection

     

    to blind, to caught up in this game called love to caught up in my own lies

    that I continue to tell my self every day continued to promise ties.

     

    some say I need help, help? Help Doing what? mending my broken heart

    that you so innocently ripped out and apart.

     

    You were my everything my all, my day and night .

    now that my days do not consist of you I’m left with my pain and loneliness to fight.

     

    with cold and lonely nights. I miss everything about you

    I don’t let things get to me. No one brings me down no one makes me cry the way you do,

     

    its not what you did its what your not doing , not loving me any more

    leaving me to cry on the floor

     

    when I know deep down inside no matter how hard I try to mask it I cant get over you I cant stop thinking about you, my heart is sore.

     As I lay here crying about you I gave you my all yet I wish I could have given you more.

     

     I finally took down your picture today. Took your rings from my hand

    Put the memory of you in a box Took my self away from your dream land

     

    I feel like I cant hide from you all I can do is run I cant face the fact that I had something so special and amazing and I was the only one who saw it.

    It hurts To have you just get up and quite

     

    I was so afraid of getting hurt so I protected my self from reality only putting myself in darkness

    I miss you and there is no light only hands to follow I will make it I assure you life will again be bliss

     

    But with out you it wont be the same for the short time I did know you it was the most valuable time I have had in my life

     no one has had  a bigger impact or left as big as mark as you did I called you my future wife.

     

     you so young so little bring my world to its knees

    got me doing anything to please

     

    I don’t even know what to do.

    With out you life’s just a constant search for happiness. Now what brings me tears is you

     

    Tears because I cant be with you tears that I lost you tears that I will never have you.

    everything about you how happy we were how it all ended with out a 2nd chance

    not a helping hand tossed aside no 2nd glance

     

     It was left unsettled left open and bleeding

     I’m dying dragging my feet pleading

     

    no one sees it and no one will, slowly and surely I will just rot away night by night when I lay my head  down in a place that resembles my heart with no light

     

    my dark quite locked off room. nothing to do but ponder and miss you.

    Every one can wonder who

     

     But its you, you I’m running from . I try and run from the thought of you try and make it ok.

    Ok, ok for now till I wake up to start another day

     

    with out you another day to try and find a smile to wear another day to pretend to be happy another chance to put you to the back of my mind.

    Another drink to pour another night of falling asleep intoxicated to put you behind

     

    Cant seem to get you off my tired brain and pained heart

     Try to numb the pain just for a little bit longer. Leave me alone because your the only one who hurts me now I don’t even know how to heal. Don’t know where to start.

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    water777 commented on Racheal

    10-07-2009

    pain and more pain. They say time heals all wounds. Even yours and perhaps as the dust blows the memories away, You and your cat can come out to play.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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