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Worry, confusion, anger and emptiness,
& Possibly relief.
It's dawning on me,
That you're no longer the center of my thoughts.
Could it possibly be,
That my love for you is now in recession?
Could I still give you my all?
Would I still die for you?
Am I enough to keep you strong?
Where do I stand with you?
We've done this dance before,
You |c|r|u|s|h| my heart once more,
Once I get the pieces back in p l a c e,
You find a way inside
& There's no where for me to hide.
I fall for you again,
& Then I slowly get back up,
Only to find you there,
Ready to knock me down.
But now there's nothing there,
It's like my heart is empty,
I look inside and there's nothing.
{Are you really gone?}
Gone from my thoughts,
My dreams,
My heart,
You're not there.
But do you exist still?
Are you still here?
Or have you done something you promised me,
You never would?
{Are you gone from my world?}
Somehow, even with all this,
I think I can finally rest,
Without any worries,
Finally at peace.
But I still don't want to let you go.
I never want you to leave me,
I never want to say goodbye.
But now I know,
I have to let you go,
You're not mine to hold,
So I guess this is goodbye,
Goodbye to my love,
Goodbye to the ecstasy,
Goodbye to the heart b-r/e/a-k,
Goodbye to the security,
&Goodbye to the doubt,
It's time for me to let go.
& Possibly relief.
It's dawning on me,
That you're no longer the center of my thoughts.
Could it possibly be,
That my love for you is now in recession?
Could I still give you my all?
Would I still die for you?
Am I enough to keep you strong?
Where do I stand with you?
We've done this dance before,
You |c|r|u|s|h| my heart once more,
Once I get the pieces back in p l a c e,
You find a way inside
& There's no where for me to hide.
I fall for you again,
& Then I slowly get back up,
Only to find you there,
Ready to knock me down.
But now there's nothing there,
It's like my heart is empty,
I look inside and there's nothing.
{Are you really gone?}
Gone from my thoughts,
My dreams,
My heart,
You're not there.
But do you exist still?
Are you still here?
Or have you done something you promised me,
You never would?
{Are you gone from my world?}
Somehow, even with all this,
I think I can finally rest,
Without any worries,
Finally at peace.
But I still don't want to let you go.
I never want you to leave me,
I never want to say goodbye.
But now I know,
I have to let you go,
You're not mine to hold,
So I guess this is goodbye,
Goodbye to my love,
Goodbye to the ecstasy,
Goodbye to the heart b-r/e/a-k,
Goodbye to the security,
&Goodbye to the doubt,
It's time for me to let go.
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I never had to teach.
She never needed to learn.
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Every single time.
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a simple breath,
a simple desire,
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It's another very old one, I decided not to post a few of the other old emo ones because some of the old poems I did really kinda sucked, this one, well, it's decent.
I hope you guys enjoy, and feedback is love! <3
Kandyi
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You could make a trademark out of back-up. Once I get the Disney Pixar film out of my head, and balloons pop, I'm ready for the down.