My Love
My Heart
My Life
A love hindered is a love with potential.
A love where it is essential to realize that there lies a power within
Where in between there is a tension so thick and that quick our love can be over
My lover, my world, my moon, my sky, my star.
The sun in my sky afar.
Im giving you my all.
As my heart makes its call,
I realize that somewhere the love has fallen short
The beauty has turned dark
The warmth has turned cold
The embrace has turned bitter
A love hindered
A love that is hurting a laugh that is crying, slowly dying, but yet denying that it's losing it's power. It has lost its touch
It has lost itself
It has lost its wealth
Who is the hero of love?
Who can be the hero when the hero knows not what needs to be saved?
A constant dismissing
Of hugging and kissing
Bodies fail to meet
Faces fail to greet
Drawn from a broken heart lines flow
Drawn from a broken spirit lines flow
Drawn from a broken soul lines flow
This love. This love. This love.
It's lost. Gone. Gone. And gone again.
But suddenly breath like wind, takes us for a spin.
And again
Back to begin
Give me your hand
Give me your heart
Give me your body
Your taste, touch, temperature.
A love hindered
It's a love still there
A love that looks up at you as a lost child, waiting for repair.
A love hindered.

a beautiful flame
burning bright
and then one day
it's gone
nothing
left
but

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&

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I was okay
for a while
until
my
smile
faded
into
something
I can't describe

a face with no expression
a heart with no emotion
a body with no oxygen
collapsing
falling
dying
with
no
time
to
save
my life

needing a release
before I
relapse

I don't know what to express
feels like I've given up
on my life

no amount of love
could change my thoughts
I'd blank it all out
as I'd fall into what I once
swore I'd never let in again
the other part of me
that I had to leave
I sense my old feelings
making a bitter return

I never wanted to fall for it
I tried so hard to make an effort
to stay and keep myself on track
but every human
has their weak points
something that brings them back
to their deadly old thoughts

I glance to my side to see my mirror image.
She looks just like me.
But there are small differences.
And it really shows who's the better one.
Her hair is longer, her skin is clearer
she's taller and thinner.
Her body is more complete and smaller.
She's lovely.
Mother calls her wise and intelligent.
She's the favorite.
I sit in my corner.
I always fail,
never could compare.
My candle was outshone by the
brilliance of her star.
I love her.
I have to, and I admire her.
...
But I hate her too.
I've always been her inferior.
And I hate it because I know she's right.
Always is.
I want to break her perfection.
But that would break her too.
As perfect as she is,
being broken is not for her.
It would hurt her too much.
It would be unfair to her.
...
I may hate my other half
But I don't.
She's too good for that and I want to protect her.
See,
You can't hate the one person you
really cannot live without.
It's impossible.
I'll live with her being perfect
I can survive in her shadow.
I know how to.
I've been weak so long that I know I'm
strong enough to persevere.