Cave of Poems

Death of Love

This is dedicated to TobixForever because she requested it.

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I used to hug you,
to hold you close to me.

Used to kiss you,
Feel your lips so sweet.

Always seen you,
each and every day.

Seen you smile,
at everything I'd say.

Now you're gone,
in a dark, deserted place.

You're in a desert,
I no longer see your face.

We used to have love,
It was there to stay.

Used to be happy,
Now it's gone away.

I'm the only one left,
full of sadness and pain.

Only one dead,
Lonely and drained.

Our love was alive,
So very long ago.

Love is so blind,
mostly it's a show.

Now it is gone,
along with your heart.

It still hurts,
It just tears me apart.

It died long ago,
along with everything else,
died, and disappeared,
as everything melts.

Our love just died,
never meant to stay alive.

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The falling path,
the crashing rain,
the merging of waters,
wash away the pain.

The winter comes,
the ice covers all,
freeze the suffering,
before the big fall.

The summer arrives,
the liquid returns,
the rocks are sharp,
everything burns.

The collision occurs;
rocks with skin,
memories with pain,
the waterfall within.

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waterfall refers to tears. all the pain, the falling path/the crashing rain = falling tears

Whispers seep into my brain,
it seems as though I create a blockade,
prevent those who try to enter my head,
Whispers kept hidden for others' sake.

Thoughts and memories loom ahead,
they sneak inside, fill me with dread,
what do they want?
what is it they seek?
why is it my brain always leaks?

Don't know whether I should,
tell you or not,
don't know whether you'd listen,
or believe what I've fought.

It's a secret I keep,
for fear of your thoughts,
so they continue to whisper,
these thoughts you know not.

It's only me,
and me alone,
everyone turns away.

I cannot speak,
can't say aloud,
what I really wish to say.

No guy wants me,
my friends don't get it,
don't understand my way.

The path I took,
turned out wrong,
the night always turns grey.

Darkness looms,
loneliness blooms,
no way to make them stay.

The moon is high,
The sky is bright,
The creepy men are out tonight.

They're mean at heart,
with fangs so sharp,
and claws that will tear you apart.

They're hobby is killing,
They are unwilling,
to have you stay alive.

They're thirsty for blood;
A crimson flood,
pours from you as you take your last dive.