My truth By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Walking along this trail of tears,
I am empty and lost as a result of these last few years.
Constantly looking for something to spark my eye,
Trying to escape these feeling of wanting to die.
I used to be hopeful, happy and proud,
Now I intentionally will lose myself amongst the crowd.
Wanting so badly to reclaim my past,
The love that was lost does not heal fast.
Losing my mind everyday when I see,
The memories and places of her and me.
I can never love, like I loved her, so whole,
She touched every part of me and she nourished my soul.
The love that weshared was so deep and so pure,
I was sick with her but I didn't want a cure.
The excitement I got from the glare of her eye,
Made me feel as though I was the luckiest guy.
Her beauty could not be described by by a phrase,
I was entranced, I was addicted, I was lost in her maze.
The touch of her cheek as I kissed her soft face,
Took me far away to a magical place.
It all came to an end at the hands of a phone,
It cut me so deep, cut me straight through the bone.
That is why I cannot continue this way,
The piece of me missing hurts more each and every day.
My wife, my companion, my love, my best friend,
What was once so vibrant in me has come to and end.
I have tried but I cannot explain the feelings or the pain,
But I knowI could never survive this again.
We are trying to put the pieces back into place,
It so hard I want more now, no time left to waste.
I need to feel connected to you, feel wanted again,
Your not ready, I get it, but when do we begin?
Don't treat me different when we are not alone,
That hurts me, it opens the wounds that had been sewn.
I know our separation was heart wrenching and cruel,
Let's call it a truce, I no longer want this duel.
I love you, that's it , that's all I can say,
I want you in my life each and every single day.
I forgive you for what happened but it still pains my chest,
It made me see you as imperfect, it you were always the best
I know you don't look on here where I pour out my heart,
These words are real, I wish you would start.
I am forever yours through all the memories and years,
I just wishI could change the reasons for all of these tears.
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