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Sagewarlock Mar 2012
I hate to go to sleep
I know what that means
it happens every night
I see you in my dreams
it's a constant fight I keep seeing you when I sleep
I know we didn't end things right
now I'm left with your face haunting me

I try with these vices to suppress  my thoughts of you
blackout
go somewhere
where there are no traces of you

every night is a constant fight I keep seeing you in my dreams
I loved you so much that its haunting me

the funny part is that you'll never know how much I needed you
I never fell so low,
I've never felt so low
If this is what love feels like, I rather be alone
if this is what love feels like, I rather be alone
I rather be alone than haunted and hollow.

every night is a constant fight
I keep seeing you in my dreams
a place I cant control, I cant hide, how much you mean to me

But if this is what love feels like
I rather be alone than haunted and hollow

I try with these vices to suppress my thoughts of you
blackout
go somewhere
where there are no traces of you
Try as I might, as hard as I try there is no erasing you.
Sagewarlock Mar 2012
Don't be so selfish.
Let her know, that you don't feel the same when you kiss.
Set her free
to find a loving lover, worth loving.
Her pain is slow, its growing deep.
Beneath her veins
Its beginning to show.
Her love is seeping through her pain.
Deep down she knows,
you don't feel the same.
Deep below
where she's been a prisoner for your love far too long,
she knows by now, its hard to move on.
She needs to hear you say it,
from your own tongue.
Sagewarlock Mar 2012
A fish led to land.

A man led to sea.

Both have lungs,

Both cannot breathe.
Sagewarlock Mar 2012
Confined inside a cage
Rib
Locked inside so long
Skull
Floated on a rivers bank
Veins
Hollowed out from silence
Soul
Sagewarlock Mar 2012
If I had hurried past,

I might have missed your glow.

True beauty

lies astray

the most traveled road.
Sagewarlock Mar 2012
Once upon a time, I had it all written down. Every notion of a confession all figured out. A time that stood still, in a racing mind. Word after word, the order seized to change. The words collected dust. The time came and went.
Sagewarlock Mar 2012
If I can only be a memory

I hope to be fond

if not



Please forget me, but let the lesson carry on.
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