It's always cold in this room
No matter the weather.
The only change is the paint
Getting fainter,
And the absence of harm...
Though it's never gone.
Still burning strong
After all the years,
The candle of a childhood
Abruptly taken, minus the tears.
Time can't be given back,
It must go on.
This heart will never grow fonder
Nor will it be given the time,
For what's done is done,
Let bygons be bygons,
Please, let me be free.
Author notes
Fark. It's taken a lot out of me writing this. 0h yah. No idea how to spell "bygons"?
(("It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go, but I'm doing it..." - Cascada - What Hurts The Most))
"I never thought I could go there again, and sometimes I can't, but sometimes I find myself headed there with no warning - but the warning signs, the screaming of my heart, hollowness of my stomach, come back without fail. There's a chill forever present, inside of me and inside of that place where 4 years 4 months and 20 days ago it ended, where 4 years 4 months and 18 days ago I said goodbye to everything that made me, me. But now I realise I mustn't have said it right, the chill is still inside me now.
Let that poppy on the coffin be my sorrow on his heart."
- IfTomorrowNeverCame
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Well Penned
This is an absolutely marvelous poem you have penned here. I really love that incredible insight you put foprth into this poem. furhtermore I add that I felt what you were tlaking about and I think others can agree that we all have felt something similiar to this poem. any ways loved the depth and quality to your poem here and love the way you worded yourself through out. any ways take care and keep up the good work. Me =)
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yes, it is. I almost get the idea what something is haunting you vice versa in this. but as i feel that, i think you're trying to spiritually cope with the hardship as well. bygons i beleive is spelled correctly
I havent written in a while, very proud of this one deary.
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Wow, darling. It's a good poem although so some reason I think that your authors note is brilliant too. That got the emotion from me. I love you and you know where I live, fugitively speaking.
Muahs and loves.
XoXo Claire-Anne XoXo
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That's actually a good thing. I'm distant always when talking about it, but after writing it I was torn. And I love you too, I know you're hear for me.
Thank you dear.
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Wow girl. I can relate a lot to this. *hugs* I'm really sorry this shit happened to you and I'm always here if you need to talk. *sighs* I'm really proud of you for writing this poem, I can understand how hard it was to write. Great job.
Love you bunches!
<3
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I think that if shit didn't go down, I wouldn't even be here today. I believe a person is pretty basically a recipe, everything from our past adds up to who we are today. It doesn't have to be bad.
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Yeah I know but still. *sighs*
<3
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very well done. don't worry about spelling stuff right. so long as you can get your point across, that's the most important thing. the harm done in the past never truly goes away... one just needs to try and live the best they can, be the best they can be.... and don't let the past tear them down from making a better future. thank you for sharing this.
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wow. this poem is very very deep and so emotional. i hope you soon come over your sadness. best hope to you.
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