Hun, I miss you dreadfully.
You are the bastard that left me!
Yet I willingly fell for you.
Damn, I'm such an unworthy fool.
Now I lay in a pool of bloody dispair.
Yes, blood it is fore it is my blood you drained from me.
It is blood in which was squeezed from my heart.
A heart which i fear will never find love again!
Yet maybe, just maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe just one warm srping day I'll hear a song,
And all of a sudden the man of my dreams
will walk up to me and take my hand ever so delicately.
Then we will walk in a small forest which smells of pine.
The wind will barely even exist and there will be nothing
for me to fear ever again.
As we walk we do not talk, just breath in the air which
smells of fresh baby's breath and fragile red roses.
As we walk our hands hands lay palm to palm
and kiss the palmer's kiss.
There is nothing I miss in that mesmorizing split second.
I slowly inhale every scent that is waiting to be
devoured and look upon every glorious sight.
Then what is this?!?
My smile slowly turns into a frown.
This man I fall for lets go of my delicate hand.
His face distorts with pain and his eyes with sorrow.
He turns away in dismay walks away
As I plead for him to stay.
I start to cry and feel my heart being riped into shreds.
Then he speradically turns and looks back for one last glance.
His eyes are sadened and full of tears and he too has lost his smile.
Yet some how he gets the strenth to smile and whisper,
I'll come back to you fore I love you.
Then he slowly lifts his hand to his lips, softly
kisses the palm of his hand and blows the kiss towards me.
The warm wind picks up and guides the kiss to me.
Then slowly he dissapears,
Just fades away.
Heart breaking weeks go by,
Followed lonely months
And self-degrading years.
Every day I pretend to be happy
and wear a fake brightness in my eyes.
Every night my eyes sadden as I cry.
Yet, all I can do is pray that one day,
Maybe jsut one day,
I may see the man that i uncontroably fell for
which made me want no more except him.
Yet so far I have had no luck.
Most would expect me to be a bitter old hag
who should have croked years ago.
Yet, I still fool them all for my heart is strong
and I will continue on
Until the day I rembrace the man I met on the warm spring day.
Reason for writing:
Breakups suck! Duh :) But, I think I might have submitted this allready and I'm sorry if I did...
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