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Lately the days are slow and cold
These wounds seem fresh, yet they're old
I'm mostly filled with dread and doubt
Patiently waiting till the lights fade out
This is slowly killing me
But without this, what would I be...
This uncertainty is feeding the beast inside
At what point would there be nowhere left to hide?

Next to you the world was bright
I want to save and cherish that light
I want to shelter you, I want to treasure you
Nothing in the world can be more true
They say its not up to us but rather fate,
But at what point would it be hopelessly to late?

I couldn't and I can't escape this now
I need someone to show me how
Into how many pieces can one's heart divide?
How much of yourself is left inside?
How can you find them scattered in the dark?
And how long can one survive with them apart?
I guess I'll be dead and gone before I know
So at what point should I let you go?
Wondering when...
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Bemari Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013
Well written poem with good rhyming.
Jikudo Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you very much :)
RoguetheScarredAngel Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013  Student Writer
Good poem, I like it
Jikudo Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks, glad you like it :)
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