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Love seemed to escape my embrace Without a trace, your once hot touch Left an icy path along my body A haunting feeling Of a fate we couldnt escape. Why did you have to berate a bright future The unfortunate truth that it is too late To salvage this ship that's been crashing Bashing against the hard as rock realizations Just like a ragged doll, I am void of any sensations They oozed out of me through the wound you left behind I gasp for air You look away You are now encased in a steel exterior. How do I always feel so inferior to you, A perfect specimen for all, Impenetrable and Isolated Standing proud and tall, What once meant something Will now mean nothing. A God **** shame My dearest, this time you'll take the blame The irony of it all was that for you I never intended this For you, I was determined to never write an ode of sadness But as it seems, even you o perfect one turned out to be not so perfect after all.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
The final Goodbye
Love seemed to escape my embrace Without a trace, your once hot touch Left an icy path along my body A haunting feeling Of a fate we couldnt escape. Why did you have to berate a bright future The unfortunate truth that it is too late To salvage this ship that's been crashing Bashing against the hard as rock realizations Just like a ragged doll, I am void of any sensations They oozed out of me through the wound you left behind I gasp for air You look away You are now encased in a steel exterior. How do I always feel so inferior to you, A perfect specimen for all, Impenetrable and Isolated Standing proud and tall, What once meant something Will now mean nothing. A God **** shame My dearest, this time you'll take the blame The irony of it all was that for you I never intended this For you, I was determined to never write an ode of sadness But as it seems, even you o perfect one turned out to be not so perfect after all.
I wrote this for a person that has recently betrayed me. I couldn't find the right words to say to him in person so instead, I decided to write it down in a poem form. Now I can let him, and the situation go.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
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