Heather 13 MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Dried up with no blood pumping from my dehydrated heart

She knows not how I feel, but I can't dilute these feelings

I have, out of my head, my day is hers from end to start

I wallow in misery's puddle skin deep in a wet suit

I climb the tower walls of my own self-destruction

I'm pencil walking on disappearing ink

The numbers that I see on the clock before me spell out her name

The puzzle fits not for the missing link

She tortures my dreams with her beautiful images

Longing for her so much it hurts to know

She is not mine, a shame which my life disintegrates

In front of the song we once had, alas her love does not show

Pondering my loneliness as I'm standing in a lonely chair

Skiing on sandpaper, playing my unplugged electric guitar on my bed

Feeling like a dart team goalie, used and abused in despair

Juggling my life with handcuffed wrists, ending before I begin

It is not her fault, I know as well as she

My mind begs not to write, but my hand does not hear

It is my own assault that buries me

My heart suffers because she is not near

I still love you, Heather, and always will

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Davii BRONZE said...
on Jan. 6 2011 at 6:54 pm
Davii BRONZE, Toronto, Other
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Favorite Quote:
like is the wishy-washy content of love.

This is soo deep! It's very touching and I love the passion in this piece. I love it :)

on Sep. 10 2009 at 10:31 am
That's pretty darn amazing (:

on Jan. 14 2009 at 7:06 pm
hey you really did a great job in writing that awsome essay well keep the good work and don't forget you can do it just belive in your self and do what you want to do with your live but i thing don't do drugs and violence thanks i have to leave bye stay safe!!!! :)


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