Tag Archives: Lost Dream

Unspoken

The things left unsaid haunt me at times But I think it best not to tell you all I think it best to hold my tongue After all, I don’t wish to hurt you I want you to be happy … Continue reading

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It will never happen again

The day When I can believe that you love me, When I can trust that you think I’m attractive, When I can enjoy that you are touching me, When I can see your actions as anything but phony, When I … Continue reading

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Unforgotten Kiss

A kiss that I could never forget, A hug so warm that I lost part of myself to you; Love-like feelings flowing from your warm body into mine; How can I forget as I lay still breathing? The harder I … Continue reading

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Upon Reflecting about Us

I open a new page to write to you, But my thoughts are confused and all a jumble. Where to start? How to explain the profound pain in my heart? You are happy and I am happy for that, But … Continue reading

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Perhaps Not

When my heart feels empty, I think of you and the emptiness is magnified: Not good enough for you, not the right match, never in the right place at never the right time, opportunities missed, ignored, or let go culminate … Continue reading

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Thoughts when you moved away

All a dream, fleeting, flickering Far away, just out of reach and Will never be, Drifting away further and further Becoming an abstraction Slowly forgetting my abjection You turn to see where I am But–poof–I was never there Just some … Continue reading

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When I recall the Bitterness of Broken Hearts

Blood gushes out as the metal delves in further. Your heart is my target, and I’m so colse; It’s exciting! The warm blood like rusted iron tastes, a feast most fitting for my blackest reprieve. Fuck what I said, you … Continue reading

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