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Rain, rain, pelt my face

Camouflage the salty tears

trickling down my cheek
one feels the answer


should be here


where peace of mind prevails


and not on


neon cluttered streets


and other aimless trails


Copyright Louis Brown
your kiss

breaths life into me,

yet leaving

kills me.
Laid together

in pleasant meadows

building castles in the sky
The mere reason for your existence
is unknown.

The pathetic fallacy which always seems
to counter your feelings.

The mistrust you hold
in your own friends.

That feeling you get when you know
you ******* up.

The "fake smile" you try to keep on to mask
those ugly scars.

Those secrets
you put on Tumblr.

The moment when you give up and say
"I don't really care."

The time early in the morning when you realize
you can't finish.

The (many) opportunities you could've taken
but tragically and regretfully missed.
You left me,
I don’t know why,
But you said goodbye,
For no good reason.

You made me cry,
Tears streamed down my face,
So I learned to move on,
My promise was kept,
Not a soul was told
But still I wept.

Now we have a new game,
Of making sure not to talk,
Or walk next to each other,
It’s been decided,
Between the two of us,
That it’s best for us to stay apart.

But I’m not ready to move on,
The longing for us to even speak,
Grows every day,
Soon it will overwhelm me,
And I won’t know what to do.

My life was already *******,
I didn’t need another problem,
Another friend to lose,
Another flick of hope in my life,
That was put out before it could grow,
To be something more,
Something worthwhile.

And now, as the days go by,
I wonder what happened,
Why you decided to hurt me,
Because that’s what I feel,
It hurts so much.

And though you are near,
We have never been so far apart.
And it’s been decided,
That it’s not easy to move on,
And this time,
I don’t know if I can.
Let not my silence
be misread
as crime of fiction...
entreating soft
upon the romance novels
you so love,
upon quiet nights
and warm summer days
upon the beach
alone...

alive.

Let my silence only be
a book mark
or folded corner to the page

that mere holds the words


to be continued.
I've man flu lol so my poetry is a little off today
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