Breaking
                              Breaking apart
                              feeling the pain deep inside
                              tears begin to fall slowly
                              I reach out and you're not there
                              my safety my warmth my everything
                              ripped away in a second
                              One simple turn
                              One innocent wish
                              Turned bright eyes to dull shells
                              Blood on my hands
                              a noise filling the air
                              realisation that it's my screams in the midday sun
                              The smell of burning metal
                              the heat of the flames.
                              No words, no memories nothing
                              A heart filled with love
                              lies bleeding by you
                              Spinning wheels and a dying engine
                              Peaceful skies turn to thunder
                              A careless action a life taken
                              No dreams to take this away
                              No nightmares to awake from
                              Time will never heal this
                              No coins in a wishing well will have you by me
                              Can hear you telling me live my life to the full
                              I try everyday but I need you
                              You were my best friend, my first love.
                              You were my all...
                              Every day, week, month and year that goes by
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Stardust Lost In Fallen Dreams
Poetry'Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.' A.E Housman I've written poetry for as long as I can remember... My style varies, from dar...
 
                                               
                                                  