Incomplete.

by Lisa   Jun 5, 2006


Each night, I lay upon my bed,
The morning to come holds the day I dread.
Waking with pain upon my heart.
Not knowing where to end, nor where I should start.

Impressions embedded upon my brain,
Memories of love, they drive me insaine.
You chose to hold back, from the love that we shared,
I was a fool to think that you cared.

When you spoke of our love, did it turn you inside,
Regret ever knowing me, did you want to hide?
I know that the love I held deep in my heart,
Was always a vision that we'd never part.

My heart now lays empty, and my soul torn in two,
I never imagined my life without you.
My heart feels as though its been ripped from my soul,
you've taken apart of me, I'll never be whole.

This is a fictional poem.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Sourav

    Nice poem! Wonderfully written! Great work!

  • 17 years ago

    by The Angel of Secrets

    Excellent poem! Keep it up!

  • 17 years ago

    by Denise Butler

    Oh Lisa, in your words I can feel the pain, although you call it fiction..it brings up feelings of confusion, like the person has alot of thinking to do, I can see alot of ppl relating to this . Denise

  • 17 years ago

    by Timothy r

    Lisa, even though this is fiction, it felt quite real, a very nice piece of imagery here, fantastic .Love, Tim

  • 17 years ago

    by Cheyenne Lewis

    Awww how sad..Stay up!...By the way..Nice poem