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RoseScarlet

Published: Sep 17, 2013

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my broken wounds, I am

to rn where we left off, and

The stars are nothing but heartbreak, because you said you would give up every single one of them

For me.Writer's block never existed

When you were there to kiss it off

my eyelashes.

I so miss your heartbeat, steady in the rain, I'll never let you go

Our love was buried by the snow, my footprints are lonely and deep.

I'll just touch your broken face

one

last

time

Maybe I will watch over you, my angel, until I go with you,

And

Never again will I see your laughing face

Those eyes, they were our stars

Shining in the darkness

[Why is the sky blue when they are dimmed?] your glorious

Sea, voice like the tides, free as the birds above us, comforting as the sound of the sand

I never knew what love was until you came, and home is in your arms, because everything will be

Alright, and we will be forever safe, and you won't let me go this time, not now, not ever again.

Never again.

I will never meet another like you.

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Chezzy-Am

Oct 14, 2013

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Good poem. Portrayal of emotions in this poem is decent without being too much to bear. It certainly feels like a lot happened to you, and you've certainly been grieving while writing this. I hope that you recover, and that you find in you the strength to believe in yourself, strengthen your fiber, and pursue your dreams. amen.

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