I'm no poet but...
Maybe this will make it stop hurting.
Elijah
My love is wild
This I know
And She knows it more than I
She made and gave all these gifts to me
And to them I belong
My heart is the mountains and as strong as they
As unmoving as the highest peak
And deeper than the lowest valley
I see far and all I love
But isolation leaves me alone
My soul is the rivers and is just as they
Dangerously swift and moving
Eroding my worries like the rocks and stones
I will not stop or rest
Rushing me away, never stopping
Carrying me away from my sorrow
But still I feel cold
Of all these things She gave to me
These and many more
I cannot blame Her for keeping the one
Greatest gift of all
After all, how could one part
With an angel such as you
You were my dawn, my dusk and noon
My midnight and my twilight
You light me up when I was alone
She gave you the sky, the moon and sun
She gave you all the stars
She made you perfect and I can’t help to love
The very thought of you
One day you slipped away from her
The day that I first saw you
Like the sun you warmed my heart
Ever since I’ve lived for you
Forever still I shall
But She took you back into her arms
And never shall I have you
You I love more than all other life
I’d give myself away
If it meant I could see you again
For now I have no dusk or dawn
My night is bare of stars
She looks down with pity at me
As I yell to give you back
My heart seems colder now that I’ve seen and lost you
My soul will not move on
I’ve lived in darkness all my life
And now the hope of dawn is forever gone
But it warms me some to know you stay
Within her loving arms
I know she will brush away your tears
And keep you happy and safe
Like I would do if you were mine
But always know that I have loved you
More than I love myself
I have never got the chance to hold you
But you will always have my heart
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I'm not mad, just terribly hurt.
jojobean
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That better than some "poets" I have read...you have tallent.
Sorry about your loss of your relationship....maybe someday she/he will see your love.
Jojo
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All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
-James Baldwin
Sorry about your loss of your relationship....maybe someday she/he will see your love.
Jojo
Thanks, and it's not that I lost the relationship, I will never have it. I was gonna name my son Elijah, and it turns out I could very well be infertile. Guess I'm more like a lifeless volcano than anything.
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I'm not mad, just terribly hurt.