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Our relationship  was born out of a friendship
and thus we began to form a fellowship.

In due time our trust for one another began to grow
whilst our love for one another began to sow.

Time went by and you fell sick
the cancer spread, you still looked delicate.

Although you're not with us anymore
I shall begin my decent down on to the shore.

My only motivation to live was you
so this is the only way for our love to start anew.
Another is born, another has passed
Families tested, time elapsed
Children have grown, funerals are planned
Everyone's defenses are soon to be unmanned
Children have aged, memories forgotten
Life goes on, personalities rotten.
My Love for you is strong
My Love for you is wrong

Nights without you are so lonely
You make me feel so homely

My life is not worth living
When your love for me stops giving

Your touch so pure
It makes my sadness cure

My Love for you is true
And I will always love you
i have stepped over the line in to insanity
i'm having discussions  with paper and it replies with words
it speaks of sadness, depression, and loneliness  
but when the people heard

                                    they called it poetry...
typing whatever comes to mind, it helps me sleep at night :)
Cut my wrist on a knife again
                                                                            
I swear it was an accident
But as i felt the rushing pain
                                                                                    
It distracted me from the constant emotional pain that is life
poetry is my mistress for I must always keep it a secret
                      i go to her when i'm at my weakest but
when we talk it leaves me sleepless
                                                        
                                                          it feels as though my life is a play
                  where the script is not well written
i wish i could be
                                   rewritten...unwritten
'Darling', they would say, '...it's all in your head, the voices, the shadows, there's no one under the bed.'

oh how I wish that that were true
           for now my face
has turned
                      a blue.
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