I pray for you every night.
Crying and cutting it close to my heart.
I've grown do close to the darkness
That I'm a living a invisible
Life.
The darkness grabs my hands and pulls me closer every night.
I don't want you to forget about me.
For if you do I'll just become a broken
Memory.
The worse thing about losing you
Is knowing that I could never
Hear your voice...
See your face...
Feel your touch...
Kiss your lips...
You made me feel like I could fly.
Like Peter pan and Wendy
Soaring into the night.
Fighting off their inner demons
And believing in something
That wasen't real.
Is that what we had?
Something that was never real.
That all the loved we charished
Is all gone.
And the promises you made.
All broken.
Just like my heart...
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoesiAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
