Kyle Jones

Arm in arm,
Nearly frozen,
Her heart pulses harm,
Like the night his was stolen,
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Everytime my eyelids fall
Night after night in all my dreams
I see you, I feel you, and that is all
I need to know that my heart still screams
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This haunts my sleep
It burns out smiles, assuaging nothing as it does so.
Feeding my depression and fanning the flames of my heartache.
Can't you tell me that everything will be alright?
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Guess I'll take a seat and persuade myself it's true.
That you’re trying to persuade yourself we're through.
My friends and soul try to tell me you're gone.
But I won't listen to myself or anyone..
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If all I had left to give, was one last night before I'd die
I wouldn't ask for much, only for you to hold me...
Oh, love, Wrap your arms around my neck,
Then I had one single dying wish
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I lost what I want
I want what I lost
Enough said?
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'It really is a shame...'

He thought as he sat on the edge of his bed,
Face buried and hidden in his hands
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This is the part of the poem where Things like love
Start
My hand glides across your bedroom wall as I dim the lights,
The shadows hiding in your mind, body and heart,
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'Please take care of her, sir'
Was the last thing you heard me ask,
Just before the surgeon took you out of my life,
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The first dark day of summer came sooner than I had hoped,
I took one look at it and just looked back at me
'You're a total wreck' it said
'Wearing a jacket in this overheated hell hole'
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Did I ever tell you the story of a boy and his true love?
He took her on a single date and they both fell for each other.
She spent the autumn waking up in between his arms,
She told him how perfect that was, and that he was the one.
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Look at me now!
Flipping off churches and spitting at stars around the moon
Hoping, dreaming, praying, wishing
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I check you out, seeing inside you, I see a big disaster
Nightfall, or your fall, which one will come faster?

I dedicate this poem to the fact that it's hard for you to keep,
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Long on the edge I stood,
Gazing into the chasm
A chasm of beautiful and ironic distortion
Something I've dreamed of, yet dreaded.
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My friend once told me of a dream,
And despite the blasé tone,
Of her otherwise lyrical voice,
The words wedged between thoughts
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You told me '...I want to die', I myself have felt that, more than once in my life
I look back everyone in a while, but never exceeding the usual allowance of painful reminiscence nor the sentimentality of self absorbed heartache. There are those who would KILL to be in your place, especially the ones whose ankles are trapped behind their neck or in a car underwater... or both at once.
But enough with the morose imagery, it never did anyone any good, quite the opposite infact.
'Leaving (or arriving) with a bang' was never meant to include a nine millimeter hand gun, but from what I hear it doesn't hurt, though anyone who could speak from experience is in no condition too
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I know it’s perilous here and I wonder if you’re scared too,
But things like fear our hearts can forever elude,
You know I stayed here, because I needed your sweet voice,
And for you to just hold me near would always be my choice,
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