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In the chaos of the moment time forgot
amidst a crowded room their eyes connected
the stillness of the bond stopped the clock
a path to destiny they both selected

In each other's arms their fortune set
neither knowing what future would befall
the fatal moment they did connect
and doom inscribed the writing on the wall

A whirlwind of emotion was encouraged
exhilaration and excitement fuelled the fire
physically bonding into marriage
the magnetism strong and held by wire

No one else mattered outside their world
entwined in devotion and betrothal
she yearned for freedom and new friends
fusing together began to be less social

A green eyed devil wove a shroud
destructively wielding it's hefty power
warning signs were ringing very loud
his blows lashed out and made her cower

She tried to understand his controlling fear
but his mind unstable and on fire
all that she loved and held dear
was now rotting on a funeral pyre  

One day she innocently took a call
betrayal was clear he took his gun
she could not run or even hide
one shot was all it took to stun

In the chaos of the moment time forgot
a path of destiny he had selected
the stillness of the moment stopped the clock
in her dying moments their eyes connected
A broken heart
A gray sky
But she says "I'm fine"
A lie
Her eyes are damp
Her eyes are red
Her laughter rare
And her smile dead
She wants to seek comfort
But not sure what to say
She has no friends
And her family seems far away
The blade offers no relief
The tears let nothing out
It's becoming hard to breathe
Like something is keeping her
From being free

One day she found
A pen and a page
She wrote herself right out of her cage
She created a world where she could be
Free

The only pain now
Is the cramp in her hand
From holding the pen too tight
Now when she thinks of the past
She shakes her head and says
"I'm glad i found a pen and a page
To write myself out of my pain,
I'm so glad to be free."
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There are times when I mourn
The life I moved away from
I see pictures of my friends who
Have now moved on
Like I never existed
Occasionally we speak
But it's not like it used to be
So easy
No complications
We've known each other our whole lives
So why do I feel like a stranger
When I see their faces in a picture
Like I've been replaced
Like I'm just someone they used to know
And a memory very rarely thought of.
Am I just over thinking things?
Is this all in my head?
I hear how they miss me
But do they really?
Anyone can fake words.
I fake words.
My old life
The old places
The old friends
Maybe I should just move on.
They have.
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I don't want to like you, I just can't help it.
It's not a poem, I know. I just need somewhere to vent.
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