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You left me crying one evening
In the Autumn rain
Cursing teardrops on my phone,
And in my heart I already knew
That you weren't coming home
Still I tried my best
Working to fix our love
That should have been an amputee
Because when something dies
You cut it off
You don't leave it to fester and bleed
It still breaks my heart
When I think of you,
And I know we've both moved on
So I hope someday you read this note
I hope you see that you weren't wrong
I prayed so long for a miracle
After you left me for dead
I know it may seem immature
There was nothing to do but beg
And a nameless god delivered
He sent me sex, company, and lust,
And held back love
Until my heart was healed
Until again I learned to trust
Wherever you are I wish you well,
And that's not easy to do
It's hard to not wish vengeance
After all you put me through
I wish you hope
I wish you luck
I wish you love, but not from me
Without the pain
I would have never seen
What it means to truly be free
In the Autumn rain
Cursing teardrops on my phone,
And in my heart I already knew
That you weren't coming home
Still I tried my best
Working to fix our love
That should have been an amputee
Because when something dies
You cut it off
You don't leave it to fester and bleed
It still breaks my heart
When I think of you,
And I know we've both moved on
So I hope someday you read this note
I hope you see that you weren't wrong
I prayed so long for a miracle
After you left me for dead
I know it may seem immature
There was nothing to do but beg
And a nameless god delivered
He sent me sex, company, and lust,
And held back love
Until my heart was healed
Until again I learned to trust
Wherever you are I wish you well,
And that's not easy to do
It's hard to not wish vengeance
After all you put me through
I wish you hope
I wish you luck
I wish you love, but not from me
Without the pain
I would have never seen
What it means to truly be free
Literature
Relatable
“A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.”
- J.R.R Tolkien
Literature
Confusion At It's Best
Confusion At It's Best
I look in the sky on those late nights and see a crimson red sky wrapped around the building. Around six am after making my last patrol run through the building, I go into the bathroom to fix my hair so I look good when I am there to greet everyone as they come in.
I look into the mirror and what do I see?
A shadow lurking about behind me.
I look about but to my surprise, guess what I see.
No one is here with me.
I turn back to the mirror, what do I see?
I see yellow eyes in the mirror staring back at me.
I blink, turn some more lights, blink for my eyes to adjust and guess what I see.
The eyes of an animal run
Literature
I am weird
We were doing something, it was an exercise I didn't want to do. But the marines were decididng something.
Marines: ok we'll give the winner a sourpach kids. What should we do with the slow people.
Me: SACRIFICE ALL THE SLOW ONES!! WE WON'T NEED THEM!! *then I laughed creepily*
Everyone just looked at me weirdly. And I have never felt so happy in my life. XD
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The last stanza is one of the most powerful things I have had the pleasure to read on deviantART. Wow. Thanks for capturing that part of us that wishes nothing for the best for those who may exit our lives but to whom we are always connected.