The sun sets for the last time
                              I am broken in two
                              Seeing our shadows dance upon the faded wall
                              My addiction, my drug of life of love
                              I am here alone watching the pieces of who I am
                              Who I was with you by my side
                              Fingers search for a hand that's long gone
                              I am yours finally but it has come too late
                              The broken dreams are scattered on dust covered floors
                              Solitary footsteps echo around this cell I have created
                              Within my eyes are tear drops that will never fall
                              I find myself lost in the catacombs of misery and pain
                              My broken bones welcoming the cold pain of memories
                              The shackles on my heart rest it deep within me
                              I gave it to you and you have held it so tightly that it nearly broke
                              I have tried so hard to be all that I could be
                              Never knowing if it was ever truly enough
                              This I swear though this night
                              I will never give up on my heart
                              It is where it belongs, this I know implictly 
                              Come back to me and let the dark and the decay leave me
                              Love me for who I am
                              I am a fighter... a child... a woman with fire in her blood
                              I am all that I am and nothing more
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Stardust Lost In Fallen Dreams
Poésie'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...
 
                                               
                                                  