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Author: Voice of a Pen
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Drama - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-31-06 - Updated: 05-31-06 - id:2183249

Poetry In Motion Vol. 1 Chapter 4

As I left the coffee shop I felt slightly relieved

For the first time after the heartbreak I could finally breathe

I managed to keep my thoughts from ever being shown

That night I experienced the absolute longest ever ride home

As I made it towards the steps of my door

I sighed like never before

As once again

My heart began

Feeling repulsively sore

I could not take it as the pain soon rushed through my skull into my head

I immediately made my way upstairs broke down on my mattress and went strait to bed

Never have I dreamt like this ever before

So bad I wanted to cry then is when the rain began to pour

There in that dream everything but the heartbreak I began to see

My constant yearn for the way things used to be

How it would have been if the choice was mine for me to leave

Still I would never allow her to get the best of me

My dreams taunt me of how things would be if I was still with her

No where in sight was the one who truly loved me within the picture

Only the one who hurt me

The one who left me by my self

The reason why I am who I am now

Never to fall in love with anyone else

From her wrong I learned right

From the pain I learn to never again allow her in my life

Still the feelings I still had stored for her within

Were strong enough to tear my relationship apart

So I promised to never allow my self to comment that sin

Therefore I chose to abolish those feelings before the wrong doing began to start

My life would soon change is something I never saw coming

From the lies I endorsed and from the truth I was running

From the dangers of this dream I was awaking

There lied the heart breaker lying next to me in bed after a long night of love making

She was calling my name and cuddled on my side

Then I felt loved as I was found once more whipping my eyes

I could still hear her indulging voice

Though the light within dreams was that in reality I had a choice

The voice was coming from my voice mail

I must not of heard the phone ring

Who it was I could not tell

Suddenly it all sound familiar to the voice in the dream

It was her

I began to wonder

Why is she calling me?

How did she get my number?



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