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Darione Feb 2013
You made my heart race, then.
Eyes wide and breath spent,
Laughing.

You were my heart, then.
Held close and warm hands,
Touching.

It was me, back then.
Back and forth again,
Fickle.

Speaking harshly, I left.
Trying hard, so hard,
No to cry.



This is what I became.
I don't know how it started.
I don't know when it will end.


I always want to run away.


Why am I like this?


Your heart was light, before.
But strong to the core.
Resilient.

Your heart was mine, before.
But was held inside more.
Protected.

It was you, before.
A hundred years or more.
I waited for.

Speaking sweetly, you chase.
Trying hard, so hard to
Keep me here.
Why is it so hard for you to forget me?
Darione Jul 2011
Her grief
As rain fell
Like waves
Sweeps away her soul

Her world
As night falls
Like satin
Dims at daybreak

Her loneliness
As swords strike
Like lightning
Scars her heart


Her smile
As birds fly
Like wind
Hides behind darkness


Her hand
As flowers bloom
Like magic
Touches another

Her eyes
As stars shine
Like fire
Sigh sweetly

Two hearts
As one beat
Like twins
Flutter away
Darione Jul 2011
Rising above the horizon
Immortal sunlight
Creeps upon my window sill

Powerful
The world and my dreams
It illuminates

My eyes
Ignite
But I am cautious of the flame

Sunset upon my window
His fire
A soul that could touch my heart



Crystallized moonlight
Hangs on the edge
Of my window sill

Curious
Escaped from the heavens
It lingers

Gazing upon the moonlight
My fingers trace his shadow
But I will not let him inside

Reaching through my window
His spirit
A heart that could touch my soul
Darione Jul 2011
Warmer than ice, but cold as stone
I am half human and all alone

I can see where there is no light
But I cannot see because I do not have sight

I have a voice, but I make no sound
Inside my chasm, empty words abound

I have no hands, but I hold her fears
I cannot breathe 'cause I'm drowning in tears

Locked away, never to be seen
The cure to this sorrow is hidden in the seams

Though I cannot feel, I feel her strain
I can only be what remains in pain

If I am too late to make a spark
I fear she is not long for this lonely heart

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