Thursday, January 7, 2010


Rating: 5.0
Each day I once awoke
With her name upon my lips
Now I sit forword and remove
Dry tears with rough finger tips

Each night I drifted deep into
Dreams only and always of her
But now I find myself in nighmares
Usually running in terror

What caused this drastic change
Was more than unexpected
I was betrayed by the on I trusted
In the area I was least protected

My once solid fortifacations
Are now reduced to rubble
My onces outward confidence
Was forced down my throat and made humble

She left me here one final time
Only this time it took a higher toll
Upon my state of being, because
This time, she took my soul

Now I sit here, such a bloody mess
But I still love her I must confess
Tyrone Wingfield
Emu Getachew 07 January 2010
A love song …when we are in “love despair” we have this amazing way of using words to dress our wounds and you have done that.
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