Pointless, Hopeless, Breathless

Pointless, Hopeless, Breathless​

And now I think, that all we lived was real.
The tear means something,
I want your love, and I want you back.​

Even if I wink, this image won't dissapear.
You are not going to sit next to me.
My cage is dark, crowed with your shadows.​

Your being is what I'm still trying to look for.
We decided it was for the best, and you couldn't care less.
But it only works for you, because I'm still here with my stupid love.​

Pointless, Hopeless, Breathless.
Now it is, the end. I will go. You'll never hear about me again.
I guess...​

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Pemberley Winter
I know what you are..you're gonna be bad for my bussiness.. I can realize that.​

 

Pem,

I read you poem and wrote another. I'll leave it here and hope it makes some sense.

The mind plays a few tricks​

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for here and there I look and​

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find just what I am.​

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I am a breath,​

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whose point I know no more,​

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but hopelessness shall mend ​

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the rotten ways and spoiled similes​

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of love misunderstood.​

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The end, I am, ​

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I am but time’s remains.​

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I am the strength, a kiss​

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I’ll never give to you​

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for kisses kill ​

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and death has tired, ​

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of my ring.​

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I’ll live and leave​

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taking the very things that​

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[FONT=Book Antiqua]matter most to me.[/FONT]​

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Now you and I should share an imaginary drink -- Cheers my friend!

 

Aprillllll
Ohh my god, that was amazing.....you know I'm kinda conseidering that drink hhhaahah. You are very right in everything you said. And that's the way I am. Thank you so so so much for always being here!!!!. hugs for you.
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