A Poem To Fan The Flames Of Heartache - Poem by Kyle Jones
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?
That I have made stupid mistakes
But that you will love me anyways
Will be healed of my hurt.
I'm still waiting your answer
Until then I hear nothing
No empty words looking like lies
I see nothing
Not the reflection of my dark eyes in yours
I feel nothing
No sinful caress of the skin
Nothing but the beating in my heart
and the throbbing of my head
Everything, next to kills me
Everything says you've moved on
And that you don't want me.
Tell me is this true?
You know I didn't lie
When I said I would die for you
and I would never want to hurt you.
You are my one true love
and the light in my soul
So please, darling please
Please come back,
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