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Feb 2019 · 332
Forgiven, Always Forgiven
Lexi Harwick Feb 2019
Through all of it, I never thought
That you'd do that to me.
It hurts that I gave you faith and love--
Things you could never receive.

I know you had good intentions
At the very start.
You wanted me in your life
And a place in my heart.

Although now you're gone,
There's still a place for you in mine.
The only thing to fill the hole
In my heart will be time.

I hope that you're happy,
Even if it hurts that you've moved on.
I just want the best for you
Even if you're gone.
Lexi Harwick Feb 2019
I fear that time closes in;
It moves faster and faster.
A broken heart, a broken mind,
My life is a disaster.

I'd hoped that time wasn't done.
There's still much for me to do,
But the night bandit creeps up on me
As I wave goodbye to you.

I wonder what it will be like,
If eternal life exists;
All these questions cloud my thoughts
Like the spring's morning mist.

It pains me so that I must go,
But I know it's out of my hands.
There's something larger than I,
And it's all according to His plan.
In Loving Memory of Jeannie Dettman
Jan 2019 · 637
Where did you go?
Lexi Harwick Jan 2019
A piece of me is gone,
And I thought it would be back.
You left without a song,
And you didn't leave a track.

Instead, you left memories;
They replay inside my brain.
All the good times, all the bad times,
They just fill me with pain.

Pain from a great loss
No one could prevent,
So I put a shield around my heart
That no one now can dent.

In short, I wish you were here,
And all I can do is write.
In the morning, I feel your absence
And even more so at night.
Jan 2016 · 10.5k
solstice
Lexi Harwick Jan 2016
a plant grows towards
the sun
as we grow towards
happiness
but the sun is 93 million miles
away
and happiness is out of reach
Jan 2016 · 2.6k
throwing stones
Lexi Harwick Jan 2016
it's been 43 days
since we last talked.
the worst thing is:
you still don't care.

it's been 43 days
of throwing stones
and the pain
I cannot bear.

it's been 43 days
of suffocating;
without you,
there's no air.

nothing matters
to me anymore
besides the fact that
you're not there.

— The End —