My happieness is stolen

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My happieness is stolen

My happieness is stolen

Determined before my birth to be in a tragedy
My love has chosen to foresake me

Girlfriend is just a word and will change our view
The acceptance of the proposal would be unpure

All the joy of this world is wrapped up into one
She was the light of the Lord that became undone

Always unsure and never re-affirmed; caught in agony
One on one is an uphill fight that ends in tragedy

The sun on my skin, warmth and radiance, a glow of life
Refused, postponed, minimized the desire to be my wife

A race that is lost, last place, sent into darkness
Loss of the Light, the glow that transcended sadness

desire to be by your side but my access was denied
Emtoions deep fried, torment now resides deep inside

Abused from childhood, through until I was strong
Only to be abused by emotions and psychy that were wrong

The wounds run so deep that I could not fathom
Never to be able to get to the bottom

Rejuvenated by the light of whom I was set in misery
Other relationships bring about psychological slavery

Nothing of this world brought me joy, but now I believe
Happieness for me was not meant to be, just to know grief

There will be no relief of what has been done, my heart
Etched in stone, the trials and burdens performed as art

The skill of the one, was complete and total
Left only traces of happieness, not enough to go on

In a desert of happieness, waiting for the water of love
Drought brings a mirage, bearing the peace offering of a dove

No joy coming from a life lost, years in the famine of the joyless
How can I drink from the fountain that refuse me? Now Hopeless

The persecution passed to me inadvertently, a victim or victor?
Total loss, absolute abandon, barren and barred life long, but I missed her

Too much pain to ever want this; unknown because it's not done hurting.
Why me? What can I do to stop this? Is there anything to numb the pain,
Start something else? No longer fighting; tired of the battlefield of love
This war has caused to much death; emotional, psycological, physical, spiritual
All have been lost to what love should be. Lay down and give up for this fight cant be won
Nothing I could do to change this from the begining; hopelessness yet again.
If there was nothing I could do to change it then, then there is nothing I can do to change it now.

Signed Hopeless (aka killer of love)

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stellar commented on My happieness is stolen

09-22-2009

you should trim this...add musicality...this is kind of an emo....

musthave5000

09/22/2009

How do I read all of the comment? Thanks for viewing.

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