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Your echoing voice haunts, I can't sleep

You are becoming a part of me.
As I sit and stare, I'm crying, filling this air.
Breathing in nothing as I find myself pondering,
Scarring and bleeding for you to oblige.
Senselessly aware of your "going abouts";
The way you, most accurately, take your day-to-day.
I've tried to erase you and you still remain;
You still echo in these walls,
In the seams of my heart.
It's tearing me up, and breaking me apart.
Those plans, the child, The love that burns me inside!
I'd wipe you away from eye if you shed the slightest truth.
Come into me and notice the reflection,
Gazing upon you in these darkened streets.

Who was there to guide you?
When those chemicals took the best of your conscience.
Tomorrow is a better day, as they say.
You can try again tomorrow.
I want to try again, to mend these flightless wings;
However you imagined it, I dreamt of it too.
I've imagined the beauty in our family,
For once we could both share a loving home.
Forgive me, sweet angel.
I lost tomorrow.

It's gone?
Forever.. or not. I can't imagine the day
That you would believe in me again.
That day is not today.
I've lost it all for you, I'm spending it all for you.
To adjust my lifestyle and regain my tomorrow.
You where mine, as I was yours,
This guardian angel.
Rescue my heart and fly me to safe keepings.
Just awaken me from this nightmare,
That I continue to live without you.

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Option 4. I lost tomorrow... Piratexxlove

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  • kitsmith
    November 21, 2008

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    nice. i was drawn in with every word and loved the last stanza... well last two stanzas... OK whole thing. great write. thank you.