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Reflections of the Past, Love.

Poetry By: OxannaRose
Romance


She sits in her room, alone, pondering upon the past, the love of her life and how she now deals with his absence.


Submitted:Sep 27, 2012    Reads: 50    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


I sit in my room, completely silent and devoid of any movements.

My thoughts drift inside my head until it reaches the deepest part of my mind;

the part where I store my memories of you.

Your smile, your laugh, your kiss, your hugs.

The only thing that breaks the deafening silence is the sound of my heart racing

And I can feel my blood rushing in a raging flame.

Before I knew it, my cheeks were no longer searing and my heart no longer racing.

The tears streaming down from my eyes quickly cooled my burning cheeks

And the fast thumping of my heart replaced by a pain that I've felt with no other,

and it easily penetrates its ice cold exterior.

You effortlessly broke down the walls surrounding my tattered and torn heart

letting yourself in and upon instinct;

they built back up again trapping you inside.

As if you knew, a space was already reserved for you and you cozily dwelled in my heart.

Until… the time came when you tried to escape.

You scaled the wall… only to fall back, sinking deeper into the whirlpool of love that was pulling you in.

You try and try but, every time the outcome is the same until you end up drowning in the place where you once called home.

I still remember every time you said "I Love You"

And they echo repeatedly in my mind until I snap back into reality,

the reality that you're no longer here.

I wipe away the tears threatening to stain my now pale and grief stricken face

Only to be replaced by the relentless orbs

And once again my thoughts take a journey.

Sadness permeates my entire being

As they come to rest on the moments of happiness that we both shared

Along with the feeling of utterly passionate love.

But amidst the sadness my mouth twists into a smile

And a barely audible giggle escapes my parted lips in a hoarse rasp.

Because I cherish those moments as unforgettable memories that will continue to last

Even after my body has long deteriorated.

An eternity.

With these memories so will not my love.

For my love for you is like an abyss,

something that is immeasurably deep.

Infinite.





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