• Lost Love



    Iv been blocked on this dock with my creative juices just locked, and my heart has been broken while I'm just soaking up all these tears that I've cried for loosing you.
    A part of me, a place in my mind even I yes even I was unaware of until you B.came part of me, introducing a new passion, the release of intrigue.
    I'm convinced no one will ever understand although i pray that you do;
    Every now and again i come back to the ole neighborhood to see how you B, think over old times  and have a little read.
    What is this feeling that wells up inside! This burning, the pain, from this who can hide? I swear i could just close my eyes, there you are again, right by my side. So i cry.
    I had to do what i have done, had to make a clean break, without flaw nor mistake it was the easiest way. what was i to do? allow you to hear and see my pain and tears? No, never will i have you to watch me bleed, i never wanted you to experience negativity when you thought of me.
    Such is life, sad but true, but before i go i have to say one last time... i always have and aways will Love YOU.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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