She surrounded me with her beauty and hypnotic smile
How it captivated and held me hostage
Endless mornings and long afternoons
Folding over into magical nights with the moon looming over
Always mine but never at all
Her footsteps pounding in my ears
Till finally they were too far away to hear them
With no more whispers in my room
No more knocking at my door
And the beat of my heart slowing to stoppage
Feeling a sense of emptiness...numb...
Lifeless
Wounded so deep the summer rain couldn't wash away
Nor the blood be hidden by the December snow
Truly a member of the living dead
No one to hold me in their arms
Lost in a world of rejection and self loathing
Harboring scars that lie too deep for tears.
Has someone wronged you deeply?
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Well, Ben you know my story.. This poem tells a story from a wonderful beginning to a painful end. I have my own idea of who this was written about, but not exactly sure.
"With no more whispers in my room
No more knocking at my door
And the beat of my heart slowing to stoppage
Feeling a sense of emptiness...numb...
Lifeless"
That part painted a really intense image of emotions.
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