How & WillA Poem by PoeticFuryHow is it that my bed feels so light? I guess because you are not in it.
How is it that my heart is so heavy? Cause I guess you are on it.
How is it that I can't think? Yet you are the only thing on my mind?
How can I want to take someone away from someone else? Maybe cause I don't like to see an angel being treated, and given hell.
Why is it that I am reminded of you all the time? Although it seems I can talk to anyone about it, but you are the only person that I cannot tell.
How come I am so sick of what is going on to the point I am at times sick to wonder of you cause I blame you for the sickness. Although in the end you are the one thing that I desire to make me feel well.
Why do I try? Why do I try you? Why do I blame you for the dark clouds in my eyes. Then soon after I easily get lost in yours which is a perfect shade of perfection that matches the skies blue.
Then in my dream.. I love so much which takes me from this reality that I sometime hate with this situation. Then yet; I prefer to stay asleep cause separating the two shows that things are hard, but I love it. I rest in love cause I often wonder if things will change, but it does not seem
I wonder if you think of me. As I think of you. Do you think of I? As I envision you wiping and cleaning my soul with every tear that I cry. With things such as a hi or a smile.
You know that I pray... I pray that I get to hold you and your inner beauty someday. That I get to walk in and remain. As long as you never walk away. Maybe I fell. Maybe I am about to fall. Maybe I am about to fail. Though I rather to those three things successfully than not to try and not know at all.
Pain is a hard thing to work with. Heartbreak is a friend of mine. I hate when I am forced to leave someone like you behind. As I close my eyes and count to five. Knowing someone like you is good enough to me, but in the end having you with me would do so much more.
Which leaves me to ask will you be mine?
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Added on August 22, 2011 Last Updated on August 22, 2011 AuthorPoeticFuryNew Orleans, LAAboutHeaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..Writing
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