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mourning sorrow

i awake to the heaviness                                                                                 
in my heart.                                                                                                
every though of you                                                                                     
makes me stop,                                                                                             
i analyze all                                                                                                 
the things i said.
                                                                                          
making sure that                                                                                       
i amended the parts                                                                                    
i took for granted,                                                                                 
every moment                                                                                           
we spent was                                                                                           
timeless.
                                                                                                    
the talking,                                                                                           
and the love,                                                                                               
were sentiments                                                                                     
from above.
                                                                                          
the desolate                                                                                           
i feel apart,                                                                                     
hits me like                                                                                            
a ton of bricks                                                                                        
in the dark.

the pain,                                     
unquenchable.                                                                                                                            
open wound,                                                                                          
still bruised.                                                                                          
all the days of my life                                                                               
i'll never get                       
over losing you.
Written by mistyfied (Dezeri)
Published | Edited 16th Sep 2010
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