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Left Behind
I sometimes wonder
If the heart I left behind
Is still out there somewhere,
Living a life I never can.
A life where you are still here,
With me,
Warm and alive.
A life that I buried
With my feelings for you.
Lost to an infinite
Blackness.
As we continue to move,
We lose more and more.
Like pens running out of ink.
Days pass by,
Seasons change,
Yet we can not spare the time to look up
And see how vast the sky really is.
We wrap ourselves in daily routines,
Fearing the slightest pause,
But life is to be savored, not swallowed.
We must find a way to overcome
Our imaginary responsibilities,
Or our lost and lonely hearts
Will never find their way home again.
Though I kind of hope
Mine finds its way to you.
I think it would be happier there.
I know I would.
Copyright © 2009 Jarred Lee
I sometimes wonder
If the heart I left behind
Is still out there somewhere,
Living a life I never can.
A life where you are still here,
With me,
Warm and alive.
A life that I buried
With my feelings for you.
Lost to an infinite
Blackness.
As we continue to move,
We lose more and more.
Like pens running out of ink.
Days pass by,
Seasons change,
Yet we can not spare the time to look up
And see how vast the sky really is.
We wrap ourselves in daily routines,
Fearing the slightest pause,
But life is to be savored, not swallowed.
We must find a way to overcome
Our imaginary responsibilities,
Or our lost and lonely hearts
Will never find their way home again.
Though I kind of hope
Mine finds its way to you.
I think it would be happier there.
I know I would.
Copyright © 2009 Jarred Lee
Mourned love. Feelings that you felt once, but have long since given way to memory. You can try to busy yourself with new activities, but if you don't reconcile with your old feelings then they will haunt your every thought.
And so ends my fifth poetry series. It's kind of sad, really, but I think there's some hope to be found as well. I am looking forward to whatever new ideas pop into this head of mine... I am hoping to do another story series, but that is yet to be determined. Ah well, I hope everyone is enjoying the new year.
And so ends my fifth poetry series. It's kind of sad, really, but I think there's some hope to be found as well. I am looking forward to whatever new ideas pop into this head of mine... I am hoping to do another story series, but that is yet to be determined. Ah well, I hope everyone is enjoying the new year.
© 2009 - 2024 Itchitaka
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I truly enjoyed the description of feeling here. 