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The Beginning Middle of Autumn

Poetry By: Love Reaper
Non-fiction



My lovers g[d]one.... In honor of Mickey Hyde, mixed work for a school project.


Submitted:Oct 19, 2010    Reads: 39    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


This morning when I woke up,
I thought of the day she died.
So alone completely tortured,
I see our love,
Our use to be.

I chase all I want,
For someone like her but,
I'm tired of getting nothing,
I need someone to say those words back...
I think of us.

Just a waste of time,
I wait for you,
But you never come back.
I can see in your smile,
You can't but I want you to.

Open your heart,
Do you see it?
See the flame?
I'll always be inside of you,
Your shadow; your heart.

It's the want I need,
Your blood I crave,
I have to kill it,
With you,
Here with me.

You hurt me too much,
Why did you leave me?
Or was it me who left you?
Did I commit your suicide?
Was I the monster in your life?

I stare at the stars and realize,
I was the lie.

I've said my good mornings,
Why must I say my goodbyes?

I love you.





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