Thursday, November 20, 2008

Broken, Bruised, Bloody

A couple passes by on the street
In them, I see our broken possibility
A love song bleeds through my speakers
In the guitar solo, I hear your heartbeat
And the silence where mine should be

Everything reminds me of you
The wind blows – I hear your voice
When I close my eyes, I see your face
Since you’ve been gone, my sky has not been blue
I don’t want to need you, but I have no choice

My blood dripped into this poem
But that is a mere fraction of the pain I feel –
My very soul has been ripped to bloody shreds
Each word was a tear – now you know them
I thought I knew heartbreak, but this is real

I’m trying to fall out of love
I wish our joys could equal the pain
My lake of serenity has become choppy and rough
Peace has fled – away hath flown my dove
All I have left now is Memory Lane.

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