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 Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:32 pm
Minutes pass as if seconds, hours as if minutes,
The ticking clock echo's into the fabric
Of time, erasing our shattered pain,
Resurrecting the purest of moments,
Moments that have been forever etched into our
Memories.
Tears course our skin, soaking our sheets
As we lay in separate beds,
Listening to the whispers
Echoing out of our cell phone speakers,
Words meant to aid in healing strip our
Hearts.
As we reminisce our broken promises, and
The future we created fading into an eternal sleep,
Stinging the very essence of our future existence.
Though our hearts beg for each other
Our souls warn of previously shattered
Promises.
The sound of his voice chants apologies
As I fiddle with my naked engagement finger,
The cold air stung deep into my soul, yet the song
Of his voice has frozen the remains
Of this once beating
Heart...
Just a poem about a conversation I had with my ex BF/finance this past summer. It was hard talking to him, even though I was the one who left him. Although he did apologize for a lot of the things that led me to break it off.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 4:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 5:42 pm
Dude. This totally struck home. Talking to her at 2 am on the cell phone, crying, wishing we could just be perfect, and keep all our promises... this struck such a chord.
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