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I spilled open my heart
Dug a blade through bone to find you
Blood and fury spilled out and
I screamed your name into the dark
Brassy glow of the light in the next room
Reflected off the burgundy
Pooling around my toes
I splashed it aside
Searched for your name
But the thick hot mess
Started to disappear
Vision blurred
And finally I saw your name
But it wasn't within me
And frankly
It never was
I spilled for you and now I'm through
No goodbye
Just empty and alone
Frustrated heat fills me.
Won't you leave me alone already!
I'm tired of feeling like you're starring..
Free me from the needles your eyes are darting at me.
If you stay for too long, I'll begin to bleed.
Can you not hear me?
Just leave..
This separation is only short lived.
Reunite we will, in another time.
Maybe this life, or the one next.
Different bodies but same souls.
Maybe as lovers. Or as friends.

You've filled me though,
with a lifetime of memories.
To carry me through,
This life onto the next.

We've reached the destination.
Our journey ends right here.
Till we meet again, so long my love!
Sooo long.. My love!
Its hardly a poem. Just what I wanted to express while breaking away from a girl I loved. Yes, I would reunite with her again. Maybe this life or another. But what ever the gap, I feel its so long. And the goodbye was hard.
A little girl, lonely and lost, draws pictures in the sand
Suddenly, a shadow of a little boy falls across her hand
His awkward smile brings him to her
His gentle words weld together
Until they draw in the sand, side by side
Laughing and smiling with care and with pride

But the girl is still lonely, the girl is still lost
The price of her heart comes with a cost
A single confession, on a white screen
Such a thing she could never have foreseen

The little girl tells a tale of sadness and woe
The little boy sits and listens to her lowest low
And then he has his own tale to tell
Of how an angel almost fell

A not-so-little girl, lonely and lost, draws pictures in the sand
Next to a not-so-little boy, with a quivering hand
The hand she takes and folds into her own
At last, she knows, she is not alone

— The End —