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[aid] => mick
[title] => Legacy of Pain
[time] => 2006-07-12 23:30:24
[hometext] => Lament for Love Lost...
[bodytext] => Legacy of Pain They tell me it wasn’t my fault… Just a few pages left… Drifting through the ruins of a life forsaken Stirring up echoes of the distant past Sifting through the ashes of paths I could have taken Recurring visions of love that didn’t last In this place fragments of feelings still linger, Like artifacts from a long forgotten age Images of a face and a ring on a finger Strike my mind as I tear out another page Reading through the remains of a life left behind Surviving shadows of a soul I once possessed Bleeding for the embers of a heart that burned for mine Reviving memories of a love laid to rest To my mind fragments of feelings still cling Like the thick fog that shrouds your grave I left you behind and you left me your ring I hold it tight and rip out another page Distant recollection of the wound from which I’ve bled Persistent resurrections of a love long since dead Still it seems I’m drifting, through the void you left in me Until the dreams that are real, are devoid of misery But it seems this life holds... naught for me but pain And as this game grows old I find I’ve sought in vain I told you that I’d love you, until day you die Yet I can’t let go of you, so you see it was a lie I still long to hold you, and take you in my arms I’d die to behold you, and wake up to your charms But my love, you’ve gone for good Lost forever to my touch I tell myself things went as they should And it doesn’t hurt as much But late at night I still can feel The cold where you once lay And though I’m fine during the day At night I can’t conceal The tears that I shed for you And those that fall for us And the memory of what might have been If this life were not so unjust Forgive me, my little one, for not dying on your grave Our love will not be undone, to your memory I am a slave One day we’ll be united, this life holds no joy for me My love is not unrequited, and I serve it faithfully I hope soon to find you, waiting patiently I won’t have to remind you, of you love you felt for me Then I can finally rest, and forget about the past And finally we’ll be blessed, reunited in love at last… [comments] => 8 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Dark_and_Cold [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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