Her Doings

by john foster   Jan 3, 2005


She was the one who brought life into me....
She was the cause for me to be
It was her who had taken away the hell
That I am sure no one could tell....
Her presence had deepened my love...
That no one could of...
Her love had crushed the very being of all of the.....
Sadness....torment.... uncontrollable happenings....

The feelings that were felt.
The problems that were dealt....
They have all been resurrected from the dead...
From the mind inside of my head
Thoughts and memories relived....
Painful love that’s been deceived
Stress once relieved......but now unburied
Times that have been countlessly passed
Without painless memories....
Have been rare and unbarred...
I am unable to face love’s consequence...

Thought of your face has never been a waste...
But now has been lost without a trace...
Is there an answer to the questions...?
Is there a solution to the problems...?
Is there a possibility in hopelessness...?
Is there a way in life’s mysteries...?

One of the problems of this world...
Is for me to be alive again...
Because I have been so cold...
I’ve lived and have never been

This was all of her doings...
All of her love and care has I have been losing..
An incapable way to find the reason....
As my life is full of treason
It was stolen from me...
Knowing the thought of love is an impossibility

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