Rosy hued,dampened cheeks covered in salty tears leaving our
soft satin pillows saturated with the thoughts best left behind,
Long burgundy tresses flowing over the comforter on the large bed
Thoughts of you rolling around in my head that should be suppressed.
Lectures long lost amid the many arguments that always followed
Walking hand in hand while bright leaves cascade around us in autumn,
Pain ripping through my heart when you decided to just up and leave
Morning after morning I would awake praying you would be there.
Drinking became a nightly thing to help eleviate the emptiness inside,
all that was left was a sliver of hope I held inside for you to return
My once fresh and whole body has now become over-ripe and rotten,
turned into an empty shell slowly melting into the scenery of yesterday.
Drifting into this swirling, black vortex of despair and restlessness
reaching out to grasp something to regain my life and thoughts again,
not knowing what is out there and afraid of the outcome if I failed
outstretched fingers touch the lifeline I so drastically need now.
Seeing friends and family surrounding me and making it seem tangible
to fill this emptiness inside with light making the blackness evaporate
without you here by my side I am still missing a part of my heart, always
surrounded by the ghosts of the past I am not healed, but I am living.
Summer Rayne
Aug. 13, 2003
soft satin pillows saturated with the thoughts best left behind,
Long burgundy tresses flowing over the comforter on the large bed
Thoughts of you rolling around in my head that should be suppressed.
Lectures long lost amid the many arguments that always followed
Walking hand in hand while bright leaves cascade around us in autumn,
Pain ripping through my heart when you decided to just up and leave
Morning after morning I would awake praying you would be there.
Drinking became a nightly thing to help eleviate the emptiness inside,
all that was left was a sliver of hope I held inside for you to return
My once fresh and whole body has now become over-ripe and rotten,
turned into an empty shell slowly melting into the scenery of yesterday.
Drifting into this swirling, black vortex of despair and restlessness
reaching out to grasp something to regain my life and thoughts again,
not knowing what is out there and afraid of the outcome if I failed
outstretched fingers touch the lifeline I so drastically need now.
Seeing friends and family surrounding me and making it seem tangible
to fill this emptiness inside with light making the blackness evaporate
without you here by my side I am still missing a part of my heart, always
surrounded by the ghosts of the past I am not healed, but I am living.
Summer Rayne
Aug. 13, 2003
Community Member