Bitter Sweet

October 20, 2010
I toss and turn in turmoil,
Every night In my sleep
Waiting, Searching, Wishing
That you'll come back to me.

One day I'll awaken from this nightmare
You'll be so close to me.
To touch your face, feel your warm, loving embrace.
The aroma of your intoxicating body
The soothing taste of your lips.

When will you come back to me?
When will I defeat this?
Where you ever mine?

Could this of "true love" had been so easy to find?
NO, there is no such thing.
With Love comes lust, hate, deceit, lies, angush--You were never mine, still your own heart you hold, while mine is left stabbed, poked, and prodded smothered in the street.
Cold heart, cold flow of bitter sweet
My life, my love, my divine
shall never cease.

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