I went to that place today,
Where we made love for the first time.
The carnal desires burnt inside,
I kept wondering if it was a sign.
When I fed you those cold morsels steaming,
And lay in your arms asleep,
How dare I touch another man's lips,
I'll slash my throat and slit my wrists.
Every breath is torture for me,
But I live every moment for you,
Praying that I do so much good one day,
That there are no bad memories to renew.
My struggle with depression and life after love, knowing now, that the days of innocence have expired...Moving on after pain, with some hope, and a little wisdom
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Letter to RAD - Take 3
hello, it’s been a few days since we last texted, and i’ve been reflecting on what you said. while i agreed with a few things, there were ...
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the dark parts - i tried to hide them, then treat them but in the end, i realized i’d have to live with them
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you’re not your cv or your waistline you’re not your parents or your sun sign you’re not your promotions or the money you make you’re just t...
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the bridge is broke between your hope and my reality the last hour spent on my lament yet you show no mercy
what i like abt dis piece is the last 2 lines.that little optimism of doing so much good that only good memories are there 4 u to live by.
ReplyDeletedese memories will haunt you forever, but i like d tone of ur poem which surely hopes 2 live a happy life sometime in the future .
well i'd be pushing daises if i wasnt optimistic!!
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