The moon was up,
I was on the rooftop.
Lying beside the cold hard roof,
I was alone,
the emptiness was the proof.
I thought of everything that I have been through,
I was dumped, rejected, lonely,
all caused by you.
Remembering each tear I shed,
snd even seeming to think I was dead.
Others often misunderstand my feelings,
for darned overrated becomings.
They do not know what I am going through,
all they see is a picture where I am desperate to reach you.
As I look on the moon again,
all I can see is my world down on the drain.
Little things reminded me of you,
every atom of me screamed for your love too.
The stars, they grip so much light,
but your face was all I saw,
you were such a precious sight.
The night grew deeper,
and all I could do was whimper.
Whimper on hopes that relied on your face,
recalling my life,
but not a hint could I trace.
For all these years, I've lived with your smile as my strength each day,
I had tried to love you each and every way.
I hold you dear in every place I know,
even if I was just a mere flower on your sight though.
Each picture of darkness brings me blue,
everything I see reminds me of you.
(09/08/14 7:10 pm)
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PuisiIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
