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Sept. 17, 2004 without some one i feel cold you were everything to me but you let it fall apart with no real love we knock down all i've tried to keep alive where did it go...all the walks holding hands all the kissing in the woods with no one to wish away my tears who is going to hold me i'm left vulnerable weak, helpless and... blind from all the tears i've shed mourning the "us", we can no longer be one i can't see or feel your presence i can't feel that inviting warmth i wander aimlessly in search of that feeling like a feather caught in the wind you just can't catch it i am forced to wait for it to come to me i can't just stay in this place and wait i can't just wait not knowing if it'll come at all all these memories we made taunt me my eyes become heavy with these spilt tears they cling to my eyelashes making me blind to everything i feel so naked...so vulnerable i grow weak just waiting for that something to return i dream, the memories race around my head in some wild dance spinning my mind...it pummels my mind...the dream changes i question myself...is this really waiting...? what is it that i am waiting for...i know it's there the a faded photograph something brushes against my hand i feel warmth buzzing along my spine the first murmurs of sound...voices? no one voice...deep and strong, not aggressive...he was aggressive he?...he...the man in the faded photograph...holding my hand but this new one...he's warm...he's strengthening me with gentle touches along my hand i feel life returning to my dead eyes shut with dried tears he touches my eyelids and they open to see a man smiling with eyes that bring a flush to my face not like his eyes, his were degrading you to a piece of meat yours brought strength my legs and a tightness in my chest you hold my and bring me to my feet gently half carrying half supporting me i'm no longer naked because you are wrapped around me like the blanket i need for warmth your become my beacon of light enabling me to see i can see and live on my own...but i choose to be with this man whose smile is contagious, whose hands gently roam my body who brings warmth into my heart but i fear being abandoned i hadn't found the thing i was waiting for because it had found me and revived my spirit the feather in the wind wasn't caught it just isn't lonely anymore ~enigma ------------ About the author Rachelle Ann Ramos: I'm attempting to be an author, at any age writing a book is an amazing feat. But I bet it's harder when your just a highschool freshmen. I have always dreamed about being an author of an inspiring book in which teenagers can relate to. I certainly hope I can get through this let alone highschool. Email: geminiprincess90@cs.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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