A bad memory
She
Gladly
Left-behind.
His heart held heaven
Now she's ever on his mind.
He feels such adoration,
Deeply, vividly, he dreams.
Only to wake and scream.
WHAT  THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!
Her words wiegh-well on his withered weathered soul.
The Love he lost, has taken its toll.
"If only"
He says, painfully...
"She would just speak to me"
Body weak he seeks to be...
Someone else...
Who never knew.
You like I do.
Don't worry;
I'm threw.
*******.
Taped.
Torn tattered and tied.
I may be the bad guy...
but your the angel who lied.
Told me I was the best.
Then told the world of your curse.
But what hurts me the worst...
Is that you still hate me so.
When it was you who...
Decided to go.
I have tried to let go.
But my dreams of you grow.
And the sadness that lingers,
When I wake
from your hair through my fingers;
Feels like...
A jagged rusty knife,
Being removed from my life-source;
That bleeds when it beats I need the "we" that can never be.
Forever me. No doubt that you'll ever care about these;
Seeds that have grown into trees.
Please, baby please set me free!
Indifference of my existence
is virtually
Reality.
I kissed the greatest of fallacies.
In your pretty eyes I saw galaxies.
I might as well die when I rise from sleep.
Realizin' our venture was make-beLIEve.
I dream;
of dreaming about your face.
Placed;
once-again,
in
your joyful grace.
One kiss could erase...
The hate that bores through my veins,
For self;
Cause I have made
you very estranged.
If only
I could rearrange...
The paths we took to the open range
Of hope & change.
I miss you.
Missing me.
I doubt I'll ever be free.
Without you... my heart
continually
bleeds. I cannot see;
how
I could have kept you from leaving me.
Was it just that that was my destiny!?
To finally
find happiness just to have had it's bits torn from me? Was I just born to be;
Oximoronic and dastardly?
If only...
She answered me.

I feel for you.
Don't truely know,
whats fiction
&
whats true;
But the things you do
Tear through the fabric of
Time and air
Ve er ry scared
Sir I wasn't  prepared
How you traveled me there.
Through your eyes I hath stared
Evermore;
Your words were nevermore,more ABLE
TO move souls!
But what direction will we HEAD
right after the BELL tolls?

In spirits;
& games,
these two brothers hath dabbled!
A rose, from the ashes
With song they doeth climb;
Back to "reality" where angels do hide
And angles abide .sharp.
Bards in a game of larp...
They projected to, each others hearts
Upon the
strings
sing
They did
But old as time
Tho both may be
They still are only kids
Love
The "emmoe of emmoes"
They sought only to toast
...
To GOOD TIMES!
O' what good times.
   Awaking from
Sleep was sweet.
       Tommorrow is a new day.
         So don't sleep it away.
...
They would say.
These 2 brothers
And then fly away.

And on that new day...
That came so swift.
The heavens shook violent
And the earth bore a rift
Soaring below
Deep in the caverns walls
Like a flying squirrels
Gliding above the world

Just barely escaping the deadliest
Cliff hits
No worry mates
Just excitement
for the prize below
Where the songs of men and oni
Doeth powerfully flow
And so they bestowed
Light in Shadows.
Decend-id.
Arise & Shine
No longer blind
They soar free
Deeper.
And deeper...
To finally
Reach thee
Seæ
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Iron & clay©
"And then one day.
The earth stood still"
And listened.
To Him.
Thee end.

Poetry.
Of life.