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Jamie Moore Oct 2014
It was in the winter you left
Leaving my heart frigid and alone
And no amount of evil theft
Could steal back your lovely soul

The demons down under the earth
Arose and bore you away from me
Your loss could not be measured in it's girth
For nothing could contain it, not even the sea

And there I stood, shivering
Jack Frost would soon consume
My unprotected skin, left withering
From it, blood would seep; a flume

And then came the spring
A time of warmth and rebirth
Joy, excitement, hands trembling
The sight of a whole new earth

None of it could resurrect
My darling, my life, my love
My beautiful effect
The warm hand to my glove

And now I approach the summer
Walking alone through new sun
And then it hits me, a true ******
Perhaps to escape, I must run

So through the fire I persevere
My lover gone and my will in ruin
Summer is long, hot, and severe
But my heart keeps its glue in

At last at ease,
Alone and content
In the warm September grass I lease
My joyful soul with nothing to lament.
Jamie Moore Oct 2014
One day I came home
And you were no longer there

To the floor I crumpled
With no restraint I wept

Asked God why it had to be
Felt the smooth steel on my skin
And did the horrible deed
Jamie Moore Oct 2014
I once thought I could never live without you
But after you left I was better off throughout new

I once thought you made me whole
But after you left I saw your true role

I once thought you would be my forever
But after you left I wished you’d been my never

I once thought you were all I could ever need
So darling please come back and give my heart a new seed.
Jamie Moore Oct 2014
Her face floats in front of me
When I lay down to sleep
Her name dies on my lips
While I dream of our time together

Her eyes chill my very bones
Despite the hot summer sun
Her voice echoes in my ears
Despite the silence in my room

Her taste remains on my tongue
Sweeter than ice cream on a hot day
The smoothness of her skin
I swear I can still feel

The smell of her perfume
Is the most nostalgic sense of all
But one I wish
I’d never smelt at all

— The End —