You awakened by the nightmares in the morning as tired as tired as you slept yesterday. The day goes by without noticing the value of being awake. There is an empty space that can not be filled by the daily routines you set, you look at the possibilities of better outcomes but thoughts of the good times l had with you still haunt me. I look at the mirror and wonder what defect might have caused you to harass my soul in such a manner. Looking directly in to my soul, life is sucked right of my chest and positivity flies out through the window, right through my eyes emptiness beams from the inner self. Right when l was about to throw the towel, there came an angel with a cup filled with love and a ray of new hope, an inspiration for a better future with her arises the giant that had been slain in the domain of love. your life starts making sense and you past pains evaporate in heat of the new star rising in sky. You begin to anticipate going to sleep because of the safe heaven you are in with her, the comfort turns hours to seconds . ALAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LIKE A MAN WHO SURVIVES AFTER BEING HIT BY A TRUCK ONLY TO FIND HIS WIFE IN BED WITH ANOTHER.... The response hit me like a bomb, my thoughts spiraled back to the man on the mirror defeated and broken AGAIN!!! How can she not feel the same after the signs she gave me. was it all in my head, what about the kiss we shared? What is this unspoken thing she always mentioned? My world crumbled down, life lost meaning at that moment l wish l could have jumped in front of that truck again, this time fully aware that l was going under. Her words pierced like a blunt knife in the hands of a psychopath and the thought of her was like someone twisting the knife. The worst about the ordeal is that despite the shattered heart she gave me, there is a part of me that still wants the best for her. like a knight in a shining armor, l talk and laugh with her whilst my mind is grinding and emotions re-opening the wounds of heartbreak . a constant reminder of the fire you are walking on bare foot on, the sorrow of not being able to hold her tight and the troubled soul that has made a safe haven in hell. The words of dreamer constantly haunt you as you believed that you had found the one that would take you on wild journey to self discovery only to realize that you dug a grave and sent your heart to hell where its constantly fried by the fallen angel l still consider my guardian angel.......end...
From the glaring over the Horizon the scintillating star's stumbling across this tumble let the clearing son storm closest tattered. Remember every state that you take becomes the direction of a new day The written Stars scarring listening to dry seasons of which our life forces drown yet in the mountains shimmering bright light stained accross the rainbow shining memories written by the young in old, a conundrum written across the cast that stands. Little brat fly across the stars, show me new moons yet aiming for the sun something you never saw yet written by the heart. Little body remember, one and two make three, never the fourth in the fifth came the sixth never the seventh well I just ate something The rhythm must flow a melody clustering, rise above evil right in believing. Stone to Hell's Gate, grinding in the oven, oh self confidence tipping in stones really too young written by the ancient When I think of the past it just keeps us the...
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