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Heart of the BrokenWhenever I fall asleepI feel my blood just racing fasterCreeping up to find a loverTo devour in pain and laughterIt's a terrible love to beA painful love to seeBut surely it's notIntentionallyIt's a hobby to beIt's a habit of greedMaybe it's not his faultHe loves him softly just to find a lieBut he stabs his eyesTo stop himself to cryTo wreak a soggy majestyUpon a murderer in the sympathyIt's an experimentA love is just a testingBut do you think uponHis past before you flee?ClevernessIt's a serving winchBut it's a saw to be in half of theeTo die and flatter the stench
GoneSometimes when I'm aloneI can feel you touching my handI can feel you grasp my arms and rub the woundsWhenever I've hurt myselfI can feel you rubbing my side whenever I cutYou whisper in my ear and tell me"it will all be okay, I promise."I can feel you holding meRocking me back and forth in your armsJust continuously rockingI can doze off and dream you're holding meBut I wake up to find just a pictureEven now, I can accept that you're goneIt gets harder every day living without youI feel like I see you sometimesOnly when I close my eyes, thoughI see you there and I want to come and hug youBut every step I take, you get farther awayYou drift off, or disappear into the windAnd I cry for youI scream and shout until my lungs are soreBecause I want you homeI want you to hold meI want you to be my daddy for onceBut I know if I reached outI'd just fall through.
ForgottenForgottenA congregation convenes toconfront a cold corpse's casket.Bringing before it tears, emotions,memories, and trembling limbs.Not a single word is mustered,yet a realm of regret clouds the scene.Tears graze the soil that will becomean eternal resting place six feet under.Naïve mortals mourn the hollow flesh,ignoring the omnipresence of the dead.An icy breeze turns vertebrae into glaciers,chilling any soul whose eyes encounter the casket.Words would only interrupt the ceremony.Tears only salt the earth, which awaits flesh.We must cherish the memories nearest our hearts,lest the casket, the corpse, and all else be forgotten.By,Alex Novotny6/22/12