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Late at night
When Everyones asleep
I stay up and think of you
Gripping the lonely pillow that lays next to me
And faintly I can smell your cologne
Imbedded figure lays on this side of me
Nothing Touched
Nothing Changed
Once a warm place to lay
Has turn to cold
There's the blanket you used the most
Now it covers this cold flesh of mine
I talk to the blacknest of the room
Only walls can hear me now
A hundred years have pasted
And it seems like only yesterday
That you where here
Warmth for warmth
A touch for a touch
A memory to be complete forever
By and by time changes
Moving on was hard
I think you would be proud
I made it my dear
I wish, you could see me now
Nomore tears do I cry
Nomore long time talks to the blackness of the room
But the pillow still in clentched into my grip
Memories fade
Time changes
By and by
Only thing that remains
Is lonely tears on a cologne pillow
When Everyones asleep
I stay up and think of you
Gripping the lonely pillow that lays next to me
And faintly I can smell your cologne
Imbedded figure lays on this side of me
Nothing Touched
Nothing Changed
Once a warm place to lay
Has turn to cold
There's the blanket you used the most
Now it covers this cold flesh of mine
I talk to the blacknest of the room
Only walls can hear me now
A hundred years have pasted
And it seems like only yesterday
That you where here
Warmth for warmth
A touch for a touch
A memory to be complete forever
By and by time changes
Moving on was hard
I think you would be proud
I made it my dear
I wish, you could see me now
Nomore tears do I cry
Nomore long time talks to the blackness of the room
But the pillow still in clentched into my grip
Memories fade
Time changes
By and by
Only thing that remains
Is lonely tears on a cologne pillow
I wrote this really late at night when I was listening to one of my favorite opera singers " Alessandro Safina ". I was just dabbing around with love and ones that lost there lovers, for some unknown reasons. ( For you people Im sorry for your lost <3 )
I thought to get something out of my chest.
We all search for love, or something around it. We need it, we breathe it in deep so we get a tingle under our skins. Anyone, and everyone has been | Will be | is in love at one point or another. I was just wishing for my turn to fall in love, since I really, never have been " In Love ". Which is something, Like Ive said, everyone wants.
This poem means to me, personally, not lost of someone, but lost of myself. I feel empty at times, as sure so do you great people on Deviantart.com, but It burns deep inside of me like a gorge, never being filled. Only being digged up deeper. Total and complete chaos that never seems to end in my life. But one day, soon. It will end. And when that dau happens....
It will be..
Lovely.
P.S: If you dont like this poem please dont post anything mean or hateful. It was a personal poem I wanted on here, cause everything I do, I think is a masterpiece. Cause what I do, is a part of me.
I thought to get something out of my chest.
We all search for love, or something around it. We need it, we breathe it in deep so we get a tingle under our skins. Anyone, and everyone has been | Will be | is in love at one point or another. I was just wishing for my turn to fall in love, since I really, never have been " In Love ". Which is something, Like Ive said, everyone wants.
This poem means to me, personally, not lost of someone, but lost of myself. I feel empty at times, as sure so do you great people on Deviantart.com, but It burns deep inside of me like a gorge, never being filled. Only being digged up deeper. Total and complete chaos that never seems to end in my life. But one day, soon. It will end. And when that dau happens....
It will be..
Lovely.
P.S: If you dont like this poem please dont post anything mean or hateful. It was a personal poem I wanted on here, cause everything I do, I think is a masterpiece. Cause what I do, is a part of me.
© 2006 - 2024 Ameba-Son
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I seriously, and deeply respect this poem that you have written here. I love everything about it, and what touches me the most, is that every poem you do, you write alittle something meaningful, not useless. It touches me deeply. Well done K.A.J. Well done hun. You Are Indeed A Treasured Artist