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Erase Me
Severed from the cut of your jib
Alone my aching heart's
Vitality left on a baited breeze
Erasing what was left of me
Memories oh sweet sweet memories
Erase this daunting pain
Plucked from a sacred truth
Left to soar in a clouded blur
Erase this scary dream
Alone my aching heart
Sleeps
Erase these fateful dreams
Used for the sight then flight
Mister wrong not mister right
Seeing all but just unable to touch
Love fades to her it was never much
Go ahead erase me please
Another heart succombed with ease
Alone my aching heart's
Vitality left on a baited breeze
Erasing what was left of me
Memories oh sweet sweet memories
Erase this daunting pain
Plucked from a sacred truth
Left to soar in a clouded blur
Erase this scary dream
Alone my aching heart
Sleeps
Erase these fateful dreams
Used for the sight then flight
Mister wrong not mister right
Seeing all but just unable to touch
Love fades to her it was never much
Go ahead erase me please
Another heart succombed with ease
Published 14th Feb 2017
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14th Feb 2017 10:57am
Hate to hit the like button for a Write of pain-Though penned with Deep Ink Good Sir!!!
On and Up!!!
On and Up!!!
14th Feb 2017 2:52pm
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Anonymous
14th Feb 2017 12:02pm
This one aches deeply, my friend.
Down into the depths.
((Hugs))
Down into the depths.
((Hugs))
14th Feb 2017 2:53pm
14th Feb 2017 2:14pm
Expectations are such reminders to the depths of sadness when another's feelings do not match our own.
Such a melancholy ink, Tim hope someone gives you a Hershey kiss today! 💋
Such a melancholy ink, Tim hope someone gives you a Hershey kiss today! 💋
14th Feb 2017 2:54pm
14th Feb 2017 3:19pm
14th Feb 2017 3:04pm
You create such aching visuals with your words. Like a bit of cloth caught on a branch, blowing in the wind...there's an ache and a resignation here. It goes against the heart to hit Like when reading such pain, but you expressed it beautifully.
Willow
Willow
14th Feb 2017 3:09pm
