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Nov 2015
Giving thanks
Was the common practice
This time of year
But all she felt was the coming of tears
It's only been a couple Of years
But it's felt much longer.

Every second seems like a century without you..
And these colorful walls seems like a perfect cage for my daydreams.. There you are setting us the Christmas tree..

Her distraught fears has left me more hollow than ghostly possible
Do Spirits ever get this low?
I just want her to know
That i'm still here, living breathing
But i can never say a word
Or else the rest of the Ghosts would take me away.. To a far distant place.
Most people are with their families and i'm with the dead
Just try to get that inside your head
Heart heavy with love but seeping with dread
I just wished we were able to be wed
Before i took my last breath Of human air.
I know how much you deeply care, But this life wasn't meant to be lukewarm or fair..
It was meant to test my strengths And watch me fall apart because i care
Or maybe it's something else..
I just wish i was there for you During the jolly times
Every tear you cry
I cry.

Cry..
Only silent cries are left.
You are not here next to me..
It's killing me..
I'm dead.
So I decided to leave this cage..
And like all those time before I decided to take a Walk on the pavements,
It's raining and I'm heading toward the storm.
purposely, I have left my umbrella at your place.
Because someone told me it's easy to hide those tears in rain.
So won't you hold me now, Like all those time before?
Who do you think you are leaving all those scars on my soul?
Won't you even see me, won't you even call my name?
Stop playing all the crazy games.
Leaving myself at your stone I always wish I could lay deep in there with you in that wooden box.
A collaboration poem i wrote with a very talented poet. Look her up on poetfreak if you can.
Peter Robert Hamilton
Written by
Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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   --- and Cecil Miller
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