Love and Depression, and it's tolls on life.

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Love and Depression, and it's tolls on life.

Poem by: Arena

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: Arena

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Genre: Poetry

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Love and Depression. Poetry on the bursting love of the heart and the irrevocable breaking of the soul.

Summary

Love and Depression. Poetry on the bursting love of the heart and the irrevocable breaking of the soul.

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Submitted: November 13, 2006

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Submitted: November 13, 2006

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The Art of Breaking

Thu-thump. my heart is breaking

Thu-thump. it is beginning.

Thu-thump. my heart is breaking for you.

I remember the days

when we'd laugh and we'd cry.

I remember the hours of sharing our innermost thoughts.

I remember the time

when my world was fantasized.

I remember those minutes

of unbearable separation and lonliness.

But now that feeling is eternal

locking, binding. I try to find a way out,

but it's hopeless, and I know it.

I remember the times

when I'd cry by your side.

I remember the times

when we'd laugh at meaningless things.

I remember the weeks

when we'd write back and forth.

I remember the visits we'd pay eachother

searching for comfort or empathy.

But now those times are missing,

gone, erased from all history.

You have shown me an unbearable thing:

you have shown the your art of breaking

of torturously, painstakingly breaking.

bringing down and tearing out

all parts of my soul

you are slowly, ever slowly

eating away--

The Art of Breaking.

You are the master

of this art of breaking.

Thu-thump. my heart is breaking

Thu-thump. it is now ending

Thu-thump. my heart is broken,?there's nothing left for you to do.

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I know you

Are you the one?

I've seen you in dreams,

never in person,

but I know you.

Do you know me?

Is it really you?

I know everything about you,

but I've never seen your face.

Could it really, possibly be you?

Do you know me?

I want to grab you,

tell you I'm yours!

But can I fight the fear?

I never want to wake up.

Do you know me?

You're a wingless angel,

my fallen star.

your wispy features,

I adore them.

No, you couldn't know me.

You're a dream, imagination.

I see you every night.

You know nothing about me,

but I am content.

Because I know you.


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