PoeticLove
03-15-2008, 04:55 AM
A heart learning to mend itself. I just sit here staring at this picture. The last image of us. Together. Smiling. Funny how often we're lied to by photographs. You see, we only want to remember the sun smiling moments, when our lives are filled with so much pain.
Pain that I woke up with, ingested with my morning cereal. Only thing is that i now beg for this pain to come back, to take the place of the mourning that i now greet with my morning coffee. My soul crying out for the touch of one untouchable. My spirit winces for the comfort of the one who needed comfort more than anyone.
A heart learning to mend itself. How do I mend a heart in so many pieces, numbers can no longer comprehend it? Until the answer is brought by you I will sit and look at the last picture of us together smiling. The last picture of you breathing sorrow that only we knew. The last image of a heart slowly learning to break.
Pain that I woke up with, ingested with my morning cereal. Only thing is that i now beg for this pain to come back, to take the place of the mourning that i now greet with my morning coffee. My soul crying out for the touch of one untouchable. My spirit winces for the comfort of the one who needed comfort more than anyone.
A heart learning to mend itself. How do I mend a heart in so many pieces, numbers can no longer comprehend it? Until the answer is brought by you I will sit and look at the last picture of us together smiling. The last picture of you breathing sorrow that only we knew. The last image of a heart slowly learning to break.