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The happiness is gone The bliss is nonexistent And the well of dreams has run dry What used to make me so happy Has faded into nothing As I feel nothing No pain No reason to cry I'm not that hurt Just a drop of dissapointment Diluted by the satisfaction of The "I told you so" directed at myself My old ups and downs Have mellowed out into Complimentary pros and cons I suppose this was the end Of something great But of something awful too This is what I expected And shall expect going forward All my joy gets repaid with pain The beautiful moon recedes The tide pacifies The bipolar night is over Now I can resume living Without burdening her scheduale Not feeding off of her radiating bliss My night no longer spent Playing my mental albums of her No longer filled her lovely smile My morning's no longer wasted Wishing the dreams from last night Could come true It's funny how love dies How the process hurts so much And then your reward is nothingness There's no way to amend this Even if one of us wanted to It's all already over
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
It's over
The happiness is gone The bliss is nonexistent And the well of dreams has run dry What used to make me so happy Has faded into nothing As I feel nothing No pain No reason to cry I'm not that hurt Just a drop of dissapointment Diluted by the satisfaction of The "I told you so" directed at myself My old ups and downs Have mellowed out into Complimentary pros and cons I suppose this was the end Of something great But of something awful too This is what I expected And shall expect going forward All my joy gets repaid with pain The beautiful moon recedes The tide pacifies The bipolar night is over Now I can resume living Without burdening her scheduale Not feeding off of her radiating bliss My night no longer spent Playing my mental albums of her No longer filled her lovely smile My morning's no longer wasted Wishing the dreams from last night Could come true It's funny how love dies How the process hurts so much And then your reward is nothingness There's no way to amend this Even if one of us wanted to It's all already over
Just another poem I wrote on a whim late at night.  Feel free to share anything that you liked or disliked about it.
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
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