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I’m lost without you
You are my life
My soul

My meaning of being
Without you

I am a stray.

Yet you are still here.
I see you everyday
I tell you I love you every single day
I tell you the good morning
And of the new nights

And
And yet

I can never find the

Words to tell you how much you mean to me.

Watching you slowly fade away

Mortifies me.

Like shutting a finger in the door

The pain is there. Right where it happend

Your day will come.
And I will be there
The day before
The day after
And you’ll always

Always have a place in my heart.
Here lies my heart
In an open casket
Asleep in an endless slumber
It’s appearance so badly mangled
All that remains is the pulse to keep it beating.

No one came to this open casket.
All but one person showed up.
The one who put my lies in its place.

There lies me. Helpless
Alone
Vulnerable.

And yet at the same time now it is made of steel. Still can you  still?
bend it but the contour won’t be shattered  

Not this time.

Here lies the last love
I’ll truly wanted.
All others will have meaning
you truly are.
The one that got away

For I want to suffer no more
And end this constant pain.
The casket is closed. No one, too, open it
But you.

Return the key to its proper owner
And if it isn’t you, pass it along.
Don’t make me wait any longer.
This life is filled with space.

Empty space

No matter matters

This void is and endless pit.
This ones a bit dark. You can read it from top to bottom or bottom to top.
The sky and the stars
Bring out most of all,
The knight is silent

Even during they day
They lie there wide awake,
Hiding from the light of day

This constant darkness consumes everything in its site
But not ours.
Unite these dreams and shine true.
The abyss of night is always true.
The sun will rise again for some of us.
Let that be enough to grow you passions from seeds to roots
And those roots will set your foundation.

A bold knight will shine in armor one day,
Just as a flower will sprout
A relationship will blossom
If only for me but a mouse
Don’t be fooled by the context. This poem has a bitter sweet end that most will miss. Also my first upload. Haven’t been inspired to right for a few years and I’m going through some things and this is how I cope I guess

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