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Is it that hard to keep your promise?
10W
In my shattered garden
I lie and cry.
Why?
I could scrub floors
And get a sense
Of something done
A neat
Achievement
But
I get up
And stumble on
And get slapped back.
I count my blessings
Many, many.
It is no use.
Back and forth
I pace
Carrying a deep despair
Like a fretful child.
There there, despair,
There there.
Looking back in time...
You notice what you've lost...
The mistakes you've made...
The friendships destroyed...
The meaning gone...
The life gone void...
Could I have stopped it?
Could it have been changed?
Could I have saved you...from me?
I miss the laughs
The warm embrace
I miss the protection
The smile on your face.
Are you still smiling?
Do you even remember?
The words you promised...
You promised....
Why don't you grace my life again with your GLORIOUS presence! (Sarcasm intended) I mean.....you promised.....
Have you ever been so tired
that the words won't come
and sentences won't form
and it's hard to communicate
the simplest ideas
because you're so
*exhausted
Here's my heart. please be seen.
what to do to make you believe?
I'm not clouded by my thoughts.
I'm right on track, right from the start.
You think I'm wrong, don't mean a thing.
My heart is right and my truth will ring.

See my heart. clear as day.
Maybe if you wouldn't look away
Maybe you'd see that for once, I'm right
Please, dare me! I know my light.
Stop telling me my judgement's wrong
When judgement is you own personal song

So there's my heart, I'll leave it there.
Just on the ground without a care.
If it gets trampled, i wouldn't mind.
If only you'll see the truth in kind.
My heart is there. Clear as day.
So don't even try to look away.
If only they could see my heart... maybe then they'd see, I'm actually fine. My judgement isn't clouded..
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
 Apr 2014 Luminosity Cat
R
I want to travel all
Over the Universe.
You'd come with me in my
TARDIS
And we could eat fish and custard
Together.
We could be free and
Help aliens and
See what the
End would look like.
We could travel in time and
Space and understand
What else is out there.
We could travel forever
And regenerate if we must.
I just hope every time I do I
Don't lose my love for you.
Never had fish and custard but if you've seen Doctor Who then know you the reference!
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