Dark Poetry #4 |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
I curse the creation of this stupid box, the technology that allowed you, to weave your way into my heart. In between the flood of tears that won't stop coming, the heartache that won't stop hurting, and the slow destruction of me... all there is is pain... moments of excruciating soul wrenching agony with the screams of "WHY" echoing in my brain. The minor pauses for sanity, and calm are coming less, and less. Every word you ever said is stuck wandering aimless in my head. They rip at my heart, a heart that's already on the brink, of shutting down... completely. And...I curse my heart for being weak, for falling, for loving, for allowing the take down of the walls that protected my fragile existence. Keeping me safe in the gentle balance, where love was absent, but I could breathe. Here, there is no air, the absence of love has created a vacuum, and the rose will wither, fade, and die... all because you picked the rose, from the flower bed that kept her safe, and abandoned her... to barren soil, dark shadows, and death. Rose 07 |
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BrittanyJ Member
since 2007-06-03
Posts 461Come find me? |
"a heart that's already on the brink, of shutting down..." I love this!! I could feel tha emotion when i read it. And it truly is a heartbreaking write Hope you feel better. So no more hiding all your pain, you deserve a new start. That's why i'm closing myself away, this is a message from your heart. |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Thanks for reading and responding. I've been away, and didn't realize how much I'd missed writing. |
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