I lie awake at night,
Thinking of the man who broke my heart.
He broke it into pieces.
And completely tore it apart.
He helped me pick my heart up,
And put it in my chest.
With cushioning the blow to me,
He did his very best.
Our memories are of the best.
They bask in golden splendor.
The joy I get in remembering,
Is something I'd never surrender.
I remember this past Christmas,
We exchanged our thoughtful gifts.
As we cuddled by the fire,
Our lips met for a kiss.
I toss and turn but cannot sleep,
Why did things go so wrong?
It feels like yesterday,
When our love was very strong.
Then finally rest comes to me,
I think of what might be.
My heart might one day be whole again,
With love that he gives to me.
But not quite yet ; I'm not ready to give.
For now I'll be just fine.
I'd rather wait a little while.
Before I lay my heart on the line.
And as I drift off to my dreams,
My mind does feel at ease.
No matter what becomes of us,
We'll have our memories.
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SS2-Sith Lord's Poetry, short stories, Art and whaterver else i feel like putting in here!
This journal was originally intended for poetry but due to my growing fascination with art and other mini shop goodies I have added other stuff as well!
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