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.......Catacombs of the Heart...........
written by Schmall02:47 AM 1/12/05Catacombs of the heart...
Once in love... When the days were divine,
When the sky still had it's crystal shine...
And the grasses swayed by the gentle songs of the wind,
When the flowers still bloomed their radiant beauty,
Now all the thorns of a rose have taken its toll...
Once in love...What once was living is now dead,
Now the sky is clouded with memories of pain...
And the plants have all but died in sorrow,
They’ll be none to get me back on my feet,
Even if they did they still are too weak,
Betrayed by love, Never to feel again...
Why must it be so easy to be mistaken?
Why can't we control how we feel?
Why does it always seem so surreal?
If it is so right then why do things go wrong?
When did I become so jaded?
My strength has completely faded.
My spirit is broken, trust mistaken,
My heart has been violently shattered,
And at one point in time… love was all that mattered…
I'm torn, shattered, broken and pained,
Forever will my life be stained.
Some people spend their entire life’s searching for this,
And what do they do when they find it?
When it comes it hits them like a ton of bricks,
And when it does you don’t know how to take it,
So you follow your heart and see where it takes you,
And you find that out that in the end it kills you through and through,
The special time in your life, when all you wanted was to be with them,
Only to find out you've been betrayed again,
And then that fateful day was finally here,
Then you come to realize your worst fear,
They broke it off, cut the chord,
Pierced your heart with a sword,
We'll stay friends they all say,
It's impossible when you still feel this way,
Love is the hardest thing to dismiss,
Love is the blade that slits the wrist,
Especially when you reduce your status,
To just an acquaintance,
In the end what will it gain you?
Besides a heart that has been broken in two?
In the end is it worth the sacrifice you made?
Is it worth the piece of you that you gave?
For every action there must be a reaction,
For every give a take must occur,
For every pleasure a pain must be paid,
For every blessing you must deal with its curse,
But deep down in the recesses of your soul....
You know there is no hope but yet you hold on to nothing....
A useless feeling that causes terrible pain,
Unbearable shame, and unimaginable strain… |
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Explains love in precise detail and questioning.
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