I didn't know...A Poem by Picture of PoetryYou have always seemed so real; the touch of your hand I could feel. You craddled me with your arms and love; my head always in the clouds above. But in those times, when you weren't near, in my heart you stayed close and dear. I felt as thoungh, you sat with me, with an arm around my waist and a hand upon my knee. But in those times we were together, you'd whisper things that would last forever. Our eyes would meet, and then our hands. we'd kiss, I'd smile, and then you'd stand. You'd dance with me, the moon filled with shame. You said you'd be right back, I wated, you came. You gave me a locket, our picture inside. You placed it around my neck and called it t my guide. You said, "When you are alone, adn all you see is dark, just hold this tightly in your hand and know I'm i you heart." BUT, a week had passd and i never saw you, my heart said you'd run away, but I didn't believe it was true. You never sent a text or even called; you picked me up and let me fall. You ran away, you didn't come back. I cryed and cryed and could feel myeart crack. So it soon shattered ino many peices, the notes you'd written me still folded with creses. Your kissees once sweet, now biter and stale. My once true love life, is now a fairy tale. You were never real, just a figure in my head. I ignored the truth and beleved fiction instead. Bit I didn't know, you'd leave like "that" without any proof of our chats. You left me wit notthing but th cold reality. You left me with nothing but little blind me. No locket, or bitter kisses, or whispered little lies, njo hope of reaching tomorrow, just a hope of wanting to die. But I didn't know! 'Twas all such a blur! All my emotioins and dreams in a pot being stired. I was blinded from the truth, the world and my life, your love stabbed my heart, and 'twas sharp like a knife. But why did you leave me; you left such a scar. But I didn't know. While I'm here, you are afar. © 2009 Picture of PoetryAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 31, 2009 AuthorPicture of PoetryAtlanta,, GAAboutMy name is Jessica, but my friends call me Jess. I'm ___ years old. I love writing and reading as much poetry and famous literature as possible during my spare time. Basically, all day, every day is.. more..Writing
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