BOOK
My book could be an autobiography of my Broken heart.
Thousands of woman would understand but you wouldn't.
Maybe if I write a self help book about losing the love of your life and having to live without them.
Maybe seeing my broken heart scrawled across pristine white pages.
Written in my blood that that ive sacrificed in your honor.
You could see the ink running off the paper that ive saturated with my endless years of tears.
I could write how I saw reflections of angels when I looked in your eyes.
Or how when you held my hand our souls were intertwind.
And when you kissed me the world came spinning off its axis.
when you said you loved me all reality as I knew it came to a crashing halt
like rush hour traffic no where to move to no where to go standing still.
I would write a thousand books if I could use them as a stairway that could lead me back to you.
I see our future in the faces of children we never had.
Oh how I long for that feeling of wide eyed innocence and nature untouched.
Instead I erect a facsimile of myself wandering aimlessly thru life
Praying for a baptisism of raindrops to wash away the Isolation your absence has forced me to endure.
Would you read my book my Love ?
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