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[aid] => mick
[title] => Her Sweet Decay
[time] => 2004-11-30 18:26:35
[hometext] => -author's note-
[bodytext] => I closed your voice off You will never speak again Forgetting its presence Wrapped in a red coffin While it crumbled away Your sweet decay But I know you will not speak Your chords died with the letter Never the way I once knew As I pulled the trigger It all emptied out One final shout It seems so distant It seems so cold I try to focus on the warmth But I can't forget the old I still feel the remorse I still feel the regret I know as hard as I try Closure is something I'll never get Since I broke you And threw away All those pretty words You had to say Nauseated, choking, and blurred I try to grasp the closure My elusive dream of nothing Oblivion What can I give? I gave my heart I forced the loss I played my part What can you do? Muted as you are Nothing for me Believing is just so hard The spirit link that binds us I cannot cut As much time as I put between us It will not vanish I cannot forget someone as meaningful as you I cannot pretend I do not care I cannot express my inner-anguish I know you are something I can no longer bear To learn to live as two (1) Myself And the deceased you THE PAIN OF LONELINESS IS NOTHING WHEN COMPARED TO THE TORMENT OF LOST LOVE SWIMMING OUT THERE LAUGHING WITHOUT YOU So I sit her quietly Everything is tucked away I digest it slowly Burning her sweet decay [comments] => 3 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 22 [informant] => sicknivesevered [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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