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The cold air strikes

my shallow heart

the way you struck my broken soul.

Its chill runs strong

throughout my veins

and fills my heartless

hole.

My voice is broken,

tiresome,

from screaming in my head.

Of hundreds of emotions,

still the one

remains unsaid.

My eyes are growing weary

from envisioning your face.

My ears strain to remember

your wonderous, silent grace.

And though my mind knows

so well

that we will never be

again,

my body clings to its aches from you;

my long lost,

loving,

eternal friend.

A Tale of Two Lovers

I know that I can't fill the hole inside your heart

his shadow cast.

And know that you won't stop the flowing stream

of memories rushing past.

But no,

I don't believe that such a tale

was written not to last.



We have our pasts

but this is new

And no, I don't believe it's true

that that's a shameful thing to do.

I know...

I find something in you.