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Tyrel Kriger Aug 2016
After you killed me back in the dirt
Got revived, Strung out, all split apart
Shipped aboard and slung into space
Sure it wasn't the plan but in any case
You'll never be far from my heart

And though this new voyage
Is further than the last
I've gone out and come home before
Though space it changes
As each moments past
It seems now theres less to explore

So there I sit
in my captains chair
My body a vessel so sound
What waits in space
An illustrious race
To search out some new solid ground

But out i must go
For to sit all alone
Can drive a certain kind of man mad
Its true I'm doomed
to be always that kind
But I guess I'm also quite glad

Though to search umungst
dead ends unending
May be a life long chore
Romance is a dance
And I'll be moving my feet
In faith there's still something more

From far you gaze out the backwood haze
A gohst not to be named
But I'll fondly recall
That first love of mine
That taught my heart how to fall
An attempt at a structured poem.  lol.
Isabelle May 2016
She cried and begged,
"Please, don't get over me yet"

But he didn't hear
And it breaks her

She cried and begged
"Please, don't get over me yet"

But he already moved on
And her life didn't go on

"Please, don't get over me yet"
It became her mantra
But it will never bring him back

For he found a new love
And she was left with a broken heart
Nothing else you can do about it. Just let go and move on, no matter how long it will take you..
svdgrl Nov 2015
Before I sleep-
I whisper prayers into pillows,
that you only be as essential
as I make you.
And every night my own sheets
become less foreign
and the memory
of your warmth every morning
becomes distant enough
to be forgotten.
Gabryela Speaks Feb 2015
I used a different detergent
on my clothes today
something stronger
something that would erase
your perfume

maybe tomorrow
i will stop remembering
the moments we spent
messing up the sheets
of my now empty bed.
Fiction. No basis at all. He told me to stop writing like what we had is a normal relationship. I forgot we aren't ordinary. You're a God and i am not.
afza ali Nov 2014
Mountains stood as they always did
She felt small amidst them as she always
Cool dry mountain breeze swiftly lifted her hair and then let it down again
Things were normal
But inside she didn't know
Her eyes still hurt from the crying
Her hurt still ached
And she knew she had failed
She never got over him nor will she ever

— The End —