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Within pieces of memory, I am alive
He believed her....
Believed in the passion shared with her every night.
Every word originated from her mouth.
He was lost in her ... so deeply ... so touched.
Was completely upset- in shock- when his world was destroyed
Love, he believed in, merely pieces on the floor
Genuinely broken, he lay there ..
Weeping at her feet.
How could his world be gone instantly?
How could a beautiful being, be so cruel on the inside?
How could he not have seen her sadistic smile
When she saw him so broken ..
He stood up, after the fall
Gathered the fragments
Could have sworn she whispered something so close.
Almost unintelligible
Like; "now you are mine"
He believed in her ..
Still believes in the memory,
which to this day has not left his mind.
Every night he still believes, in the passion he shares with her.
All of these are memory images that fade through time.
Yet a phrase is on repeat in thoughts;
"Now you are mine".
And still, after all those years, he loses the fight to forget her,
he believes, in silence.
Believed in the passion shared with her every night.
Every word originated from her mouth.
He was lost in her ... so deeply ... so touched.
Was completely upset- in shock- when his world was destroyed
Love, he believed in, merely pieces on the floor
Genuinely broken, he lay there ..
Weeping at her feet.
How could his world be gone instantly?
How could a beautiful being, be so cruel on the inside?
How could he not have seen her sadistic smile
When she saw him so broken ..
He stood up, after the fall
Gathered the fragments
Could have sworn she whispered something so close.
Almost unintelligible
Like; "now you are mine"
He believed in her ..
Still believes in the memory,
which to this day has not left his mind.
Every night he still believes, in the passion he shares with her.
All of these are memory images that fade through time.
Yet a phrase is on repeat in thoughts;
"Now you are mine".
And still, after all those years, he loses the fight to forget her,
he believes, in silence.
Published 17th Nov 2019
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17th Nov 2019 10:25pm
18th Nov 2019 3:07pm
It sounds like an emotional response to my poem. If that's the case, I did something that was my intent, moved something inside others.
I am not the male in this story, am not one at all. But my guess he doesn't want a cure, maybe he does. And yes she did stole his soul.
I am not the male in this story, am not one at all. But my guess he doesn't want a cure, maybe he does. And yes she did stole his soul.
19th Nov 2019 00:08am
19th Nov 2019 7:47am
And what if that's the case in this poem? your responses make me wonder about why you responded on this poem, and no other.
20th Nov 2019 12:48pm
I really don't know. It spoke to me. And that was the first thought in my head.
20th Nov 2019 3:53pm
Well thank you for your replay, it's always nice to hear from others;-) Am going to read yours.. Maybe we have some common grounds.
30th Dec 2019 10:12pm
Hate?? You hate woman? That's a big/strong word, hate. Doesn't the Bible say something about hating others...... as I can recall it does. Best of luck in a world filled with females! You must be one hell of a happy soul.
