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Another day is here and my heart is still beating but yet I don't know how.

How does a broken heart keep beating day after day?

How does survive this hell? 

This torment?

This pain that never seems to end?

They say that time heals all wounds. 

I say that is utter bullshit because it's been almost three years since I have seen your beautiful face.

Since I have held you in my arms and tasted your sweet lips on mine.

Yes I know I could have seen you sooner and I hate me every day for it.

And as my punishment I live in this nightmare that never ends.

Everyday I feel my heart break over and over again.

One day I hope it breaks completely till there is nothing left of it.

That way I won't feel anything anymore.

Because you see feeling this way sucks.

I've tried moving on.

I've tried getting over you but yet everything has led me back to you. 

It is you. 

It will always be you.

I have told you so many times it's you. 

No one can take your place.

Not in this lifetime or the next.

My love and heart will always belong to you.

And before you say the words that you always say

there will not be another one.

I love you forever and always.

THERE ONCE WAS A SEED

PLANTED BY STRANGERS

SO THEY MET

THE FLOWER GROWS

UNTIL IT ROOTS

ITS EARLY LIFE IN SPRING IS ITS MOST RICH

IN THE SUMMER IT DEEPENS

Come Fall It Starts To Fall ILL

It Fights To Stay Strong

But The Strangers No Longer Care

They Want To Plant New Seeds

Of A Different Kind

Or Tend To Flowers From Their Past

As winter begins they think of it now, and again. Remembering pain.

As it progresses it wilts more and more

As it wilts the pain softens.

Beginning to crumble at the touch

until it is no more

nothing but remains

to become a part of the ground

deeper underground

HERE LIES, A FLOWER

WHO WILL RISE AGAIN

BY TWO STRANGERS

         
     Sharmaine Marie
NOV 5 2012 5:17 PM

Yet again, yet again did my aching heart sigh,
As I remembered how Qais, the Majnoon, did cry!

It was as if doomsday had been trumpeted loud,
As I thought of your leaving me under a dark cloud.

The barrenness of the stark desert reminded me,
Of my lonely heart and house and her memory.

In my childhood I had once tried to throw a stone,
At a modern Majnoon when my head hit a rose!

The heartaches of true lovers this world can't share,
The agonies and ecstasies are for those who care:

The hearts and minds of those poor women and men,
Who have been 'killed' by the darts from Cupid's helm.

Ask the darkness of a still night... if you can,
It will reveal the truth of how it all began...

Or, if you have the nerve, stop a Majnoon,
But be prepared for the rant of a raving man.