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Love Without You
Contributed by
yazoo_dzone
on
Thursday, 21st April 2011 @ 01:27:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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The radio this morning played our song and I think back to good times and I wonder what went wrong.
A miscommunication because you had no faith in me? A lack of inspiration?
But maybe, maybe it's just me.
There's water all around me but none that I can drink; there's light that surrounds me, but I still I cannot see.
This feeling that I feel, it's not right; it can't be.
See maybe, maybe it's just me.
Wishing well, I turn to you.
Can you grant me just one more?
Never turn my back again,
Through the heavens I want to soar.
My stomach hurts today; inject inside me; let my veins overflow now; put the drugs inside me; I've walked away so many so many times now, so maybe it's just me.
You made my soul feel lost now; so empty inside me.
I'll never gain control back is that what you wanted to see?
You've buried my heart now to never be found cause it'll die with you.
Maybe, maybe it's just me.
The poetry I read to you, can you see it shining through?
I'm down on bended knee to tell you I miss you.
Could you take my heart back, back just one more time?
Maybe, maybe it's just me.
I want you here today to fill this void within.
Maybe we can go now and start all over again; pick up the pieces to our perfect life again.
Maybe, maybe it's just me.
Jackson Harpole
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2011-04-21 13:27:19] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Love Without You
(User Rating: 1 ) by poeticjestix on
Tuesday, 26th April 2011 @ 01:35:03 PM AEST (User
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every one and everything is merely on its way to another place or state. Going back is never the same.
enjoyed your poem, hope it isn't based on fact |
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