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My sorrow is no more,
When you are here by my side,
My pain is lifted,
My heart is whole,
The darkness is no more,
I take your hand,
So soft and gentle it feels,
It warmth rushes through me,
When you stroke my cheeks,
I feel that this is not real,
That this must be a fantasy,
Yet I know it is not,
This is real right here and now,
I wish time would just stop,
You lips so beautiful,
Your mind so sharp,
Your eyes so lovely,
Causes me to smile,
Knowing I have you,
And you have me,
For we shall dance under the scarlet moon,
To music that was not there,
Till the night became day,
For now let’s stay just like this till our final day,
And we are no more,
When you are here by my side,
My pain is lifted,
My heart is whole,
The darkness is no more,
I take your hand,
So soft and gentle it feels,
It warmth rushes through me,
When you stroke my cheeks,
I feel that this is not real,
That this must be a fantasy,
Yet I know it is not,
This is real right here and now,
I wish time would just stop,
You lips so beautiful,
Your mind so sharp,
Your eyes so lovely,
Causes me to smile,
Knowing I have you,
And you have me,
For we shall dance under the scarlet moon,
To music that was not there,
Till the night became day,
For now let’s stay just like this till our final day,
And we are no more,
Literature
Severed - Shadorma
Nightmares claim,
writhe, twist and distort
hollow eyes,
now empty,
but haunted shells of the dreams
that went oh so wrong.
Pale skin glows
by a candle's light
cold as death,
and yet still
it grows cooler with each night;
refusing to yield.
Crimson stains
play their charming part
on the lips
so silent,
for the tongue has been severed
and the words lain bare.
Confessions,
forever withheld,
lie on the
very tip,
lie on the edge of the tip
of a severed tongue.
Unspoken,
ever left unsaid,
and remain
so they will;
cast aside and left for not,
to be forgotten;
Remembered
only after grief
and horror
strike the
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WE
We say we fear
nothing when we really
fear something
we say were okay
but thats our
stubbornness
sometimes we love
to little
when we should love
so much
other times we look
down
when our heads should
be up
children walk so slow
when we should run
mainly we dream so small
when we should dream so
B I G
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...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
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Gorgeous poem, so well written. Your work is so good <3