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The Empty Shape of You

haunted by memories...

In you I always lost myself but I never knew A heart could turn to blackened dust and I’d be losing you The feather touch of memories that swirl around my head And there’s an empty shape of you lying in my bed Where once our hearts were synchronized Our promises were atomized A love that turned to empty words When once your voice was all I heard Our fingers touched electric, that lightning thrill The softness in your lost...

Your Name Is On My Lips

We never stop loving those we have lost.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Your name is on my lips in the reaches of the nightWhere the stars anchor my fluttering soulIn myriad dreams,Dancing on a tether in galaxies where once you trodThrough my darkening heart,A singing zephyr of haunting joyThat whispers across my skinAnd winds ribbons of fading memories through my hair,Crawling in auburn sunsetAnd me...

Slave boys come and slave boys go;But this one thing I certainly know. That there will never ever be;Another that can create such thrills in me. That can make my heart beat so fast;He created a lust that is never surpassed. Without him now it is like I am all dried up;I am dying of thirst with an empty cup. Starving for what he took away;My hunger just grows every day. I am becoming hollow on the inside;Searching for some...

There is a real woman inside of me She is bursting at the seams to be released I go about my day almost robot-like Doing, doing, doing, but never really feeling A shell of what I used to be, half the woman that I was Please hurry, find me soon. I see my life like I am living above my body I watch all around me....waiting for your arrival I plaster on my face of contentment and again go about my day As you linger there in...

Death Of A Dream

Missing my little light

It appeared like a little light at the end of the dark tunnel of life Beckoning me towards it calling my name Flickering like it could extinguish at any time But burning bright and hot sometimes, a white hot flame It kept changing but never wavered That little light was getting closer Almost in reach I kept hunting for it Its warmth enticed me to want it, to need it It used me for fuel and I feed it willingly I used it to...