a dark poets muse
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Last published Thu, May 11, 2017
poems of darklove lost.an emotional journey into my relationship with my love,autumnlynn........
Now she's left.I'm feeling broken and lost.I wanted her love at any cost.but I reached for her hand to help me understand,now I've lost my reason to go on......you will always be my heart autumn Lynn...I died yesterday
"Broken hearts"
Broken hearts n shattered lives
A place where only the strong survive
A place of darkness not known by most
A place deep inside,haunted by ghosts
A world of illusion where nones what it seems
A nightmare world,full of broken dreams
A room of my own,a shelter from light
A creature of habit,to weak to fight
I cry in the night and hide in the day
Wearing a mask,praying it'll stay
I can't let them look.I dare not show
How much hurt,how this pain it does grow
So inside my mind
In my own little world
I'll build me a fortress
My dark flag I'll unfurl
I'll huddle n hide
praying to die
Not really wanting,
Or caring to survive
I'll hold on to my pain
I'll thrive at its touch
I'll whisper your name
I'll miss you so much
But here in my room,
all darkened and grey
I'll sit all alone,
I'll curse and I'll pray
I'll find that numb place
Where decisions are made
I'll gaze at the face
Why am I afraid
I've always had
this this sorrowful soul
I knew growing up
There'd be no one to hold
I've prepared all my life
For dying alone
No kids and no wife
No place to call home
And now that you have shown me
the way Back to my cave
,all mottled n grey
With nothing to say
I'll close up my windows
And bar all my doors
Allowing in no one
I'll curl on the floor
I'll dream of a time
5yrs from now
A time that's forever
But I lost it somehow
I'll dream of a girl
Of her beautiful smile
In this world of illusion
We will walk many miles.
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