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Gone with the wind

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shadowgriffen

Published: Mar 7, 2009

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Perhaps I should have seen it,
Known all along…
I saw you drifting,
But still, I did nothing to anchor you…

I had seen it in your eyes…
The truth hidden behind your lies,
Is that all I ever really saw? A Disguise?
You’ve broken them all. Pledge and vows,
Promise and ties.

When I was down,
I could always talk to you,
You were always around,
And sometimes I thought,
You needed me too.

Your heart still races.
You still smile and laugh,
You’ve been happier than ever before.

But not for me.
Not because of me.

Was I a stepping stone?
Did I lay the foundation,
For your true love?
Am I nothing but a ladder?

Every day, you would make it right,
And every day, you would come to me.
You spun dreams for me,
Dreams, that blended with reality…
So well…

You’ve left me,
Weak, defenseless,
These flimsy barriers, are made of glass,
I know you can see right through.

But you’ve left.
I suppose, I should say,
Since you’re happy,
I should be too,

These tears escape against my will,
You’ve taken my joy with you,
For the first time, my weakness is clear.
These fears can’t be fought. There’s nothing I can do.

My only consolation is that I’m not heartbroken.
Not now.
How can you break a heart,
That was never whole?

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RawEm0tion

i do not claim the title as my own.
its a book

. but i find it fits.

yea...heartbreak...although in the end I say im not heartbroken. but u guys can read between lines right?

well as always, comments and critiques appreciated!

and lol,

=Inked-Page is allowed to use this

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