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Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2010
A single soul lays on the corner
Abandoned, lonely for the time.
Its vessel has left it there to cry in silence
For that soul has no medium, no outlet to use

These words are before perfection
A monotone within soulless mind
The toil of the environment would be enough
For if the soul were present to weep the tears

No joy or pleasure, desire lacking
A constant dredge through swamp
Eyelids flutter unsynchronous to the sun
Behold life of instincts and irrelevant singals

Written: March 28, 2006 @ 9:33 AM CST
aryanalynae May 2018
I’ll admit you got me
But won’t forget that you lost me.

And it’s not as though I wandered off,
We both know the story and why we stopped.

Nobody needs an explanation,
It’s better left unsaid
I still can’t form the words anyway,
I think that’s why I haven’t wept.

I haven’t cried a tear,
I haven’t let out a scream,
I can’t let go of what just happened,
It just seems so unreal to me.

I can’t form the words,
I’m tongue tied and that’s rare,
Normally I’m a master,
But the words.. they just arent there.

Mixed singals, they’re just awful.
They **** my heart up till it’s broke.
And the worst part is I just replay
Every word of every lie you ever spoke.

It doesn’t seem like an end,
Was there just nothing there?
I’m confused by all the moments,
I’m confused, I thought we cared.

Anxious for disappointment,
It was odd how I felt so relieved
When you took the expectations out,
I felt like I could breathe.

Like the fading of the great thing,
We felt and had so much of,
Wasn’t in my head,
..yeah I could tell you lost the love.

— The End —