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Shallow Breathing

I exhale a jagged breathe
And slowly lift my eyes.
What I finally get to see
Holds a hidden surprise.

I look into the vast expanse
Of shattered days and pain
Into the depth of missing joy
With everything to gain.

My broken heart screams out
It wants to fix that hole.
It wants to stick it back in place
And heal that wounded soul.

But how can I fix his pain
When I can't fix mine?
How can I make him whole again
When nothing is ever fine?

How can I lie to him
And say everything's okay?
How can I say I'm perfectly fine
When I can't face another day?

I know how I can say to him
"Everything's alright"
I know what makes that possible
And what gives me the strength to fight.

The fact he managed to reach my heart
And make me live once more.
The fact he makes me feel alive
And never know what lies instore.

So I draw a shallow breathe
And clammor to my feet.
I look up into those caring eyes
And find the words to speak.

I find the words that say the world
And say I'll always care.
I speak the words that show I'm here
And I'll always be standing there.



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  • Touchof1der silver member
    June 12, 2008
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    Well done my fellow poet. You did a great job with this piece. Very descriptive and full of emotions. Thank you for sharing this with me and best wishes in all of your endeavors. Keep that pen handy and ever ready for use dear poet. Good luck in the contest!
    ♥ Touchof1der


  • DispondantTramp
    May 31, 2008

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    want to, should be wants to, strenght, should be strength. But other than that I love it. Stay Kinky


  • HisFavoriteMistake
    May 31, 2008
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    damn...this si amazingly wellwrittnen. congrat


  • Bams
    May 27, 2008

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    neatly done in intervals

    this has subtle pulling

    you give a disoriented sense in the crux of a challenge of presence for more objective than subjective perhaps. it resembled meeting someone on streets needing cheering when you were churning. however, neutrality wasn't the effect but positive stimulation of being needed for basics and such focus to spread.

    there's an optimism in acknowledging him, "The fact he makes me feel alive
    And never know what lies instore." and some lines merged so much as the two reflected.

    quite more than a spin of pleasure,
    babies are my subject