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where the light shines through
the dark lurks at your feet
with every step you take
it creeps a little closer
mimicking your every move
an empty reflection
of despair
and silence
it'll never go away
unless it engulfs your world
and extinguishes your light
When you were gone
I couldn't mend my heart
I couldn't heal my soul
Yes
Someone broke my heart
a decade ago...
a long time ago...
My heart was wounded...
bleeding... pretty bad

but you found
all the missing parts,
picked them up
and stitched them
back together for me
and then you held it
in your hands,
wrapped it with love
so genuine..and asked me
to let you keep it forever.
I said yes.
I said its time to love again...
 May 2014 electroacidzxx
r
Sorrow is a lonesome river,
she feeds a deep blue sea.
She'll take all the tears you give her;
open the gates and set her free.

When it rains in Georgia,
it's flooding sacred ground.
From Augusta to Savannah,
that's holy water coming down.

Lift your chin up off your chest,
raise your eyes up to the sky.
The flood has reached its crest,
let the warm sun sanctify.

Sorrow is a lonesome river,
she feeds a deep blue sea.
She'll take all the tears you give her;
open the gates and set her free.

r ~ 5/16/14
 May 2014 electroacidzxx
Ammy
"Trust, is really weird.


if one mistreats him, he disappears for a while.

maybe longer.

but he will come back.


it's like Trust is trying to exact revenge -
by coming back to you



and hurting you all over again. "
 May 2014 electroacidzxx
Marlo
I'm an addict.
no matter how cliche it may sound.

His oceans eyes drift me away from my pain.
The stupid little smirk he wears,
makes my teeth gleam for everyone to see.
The deep tone of his whispering voice
rings through my head when he's not even around,
making me miss him terribly,
needing another dose to keep going.

The times I do see him,
I overdose on happiness,
and laugh like a fool.
I pool through my emotions to
focus on him.
The present rather than the past.
I use every last second we have
to share eyes and spill the words I have to say.

But sometimes,
too many words become meaningless.
So he holds me and we whisper.
Whisper three words most dear to us.
I Love You
to me, the most beautiful words spoken if true.
and when he says it, it will do.
...golly this emotion is new
. *** .
To clear his head
he strips dark and light,
smudging charcoal
across the white.

He renders me
with edges lines,
scratching bones
until they shine.

To unblur the mess
inside his head,
etching softly
while words unsaid.
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