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LIVING IN MY DYING HEART

So far, I have not been trying to hard.
What to do is not what to be done.
I can't see myself living forever.
I can see nothing.
What happened is something that hurts.
I can see myself floating in my own tears.
It is worse than my revitalized past.
I have all my heart to give you.

You have been there.
Seen all of the things that you have.
I have been sheltered and lost.
I wish I didn't have to,
Live in my dying heart.

I can't release all of the images.
They stain my mind like blood to a floor.
I wish I could have been there. 
I would have held you forever.
What I see can do will release the beauty.
Of all that I have stored up... from my heart.
Something I've noticed.
Life will never be the same.
But here's what is now.

Lies ressurect the feelings.
Noone can help tame it.
You can run to me always.
But remember that it will always remain.
The pain.

Posted: 2007-05-28 04:58:40 UTC

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2007-05-30 21:31:01Angel of Music
good job!