Dear What Used to Be

Dear What Used to Be

A Poem by vibe0ne

dear what used to be,

hear this; how i miss the breeze

of bliss; now that you are free

to kiss; he who isn't me

those lips; bring me to my knees

and this; stabs my heart to bleed

my fist; clenched to drain the seas

my fist; clenched to move the trees

and i miss; the girl that made us we

and i miss; her personality

and i miss; the love that used to be

and i miss; her soul inside of me

and what's left, 

and what's left,

but the stars in the sky

the stars at which we used to look high

the bright light that used to glow in your eyes

the way you made me smile and get shy

the way you used to stop and say hi

the way you put your legs on my thigh

we used to walk, and i'd think that we'd fly

 

to the clouds, 

to the clouds,

that stay in the sky

the ones that are pure and so white

the ones that used to help me get by

and now, you drained my blood i feel dry

so my eyes precipitate and i cry

to fill the void inside of my life

cuz my body feels weak and dehy

-drated, i need the fluid in me to be cre

-ative, and i need you again to be cre

-ated, 

i'm gone

and not good at saying goodbye

so i look to the heavens, and walk to the night

because you fail to comprehend, 

that i'm willing to fight

instead i keep the memories that we shared as i

inhale, the thin air; 

dear what used to be

maybe one day you'll see 

and we'll share the breeze

 

.vibe0ne. © 2008 

© 2008 vibe0ne


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I liked this, and the flow and the beat. The way you wrote this was creative. I can feel your pain, in your words.

Danni J

Posted 15 Years Ago



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vibe0ne
vibe0ne

Gardena, CA



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Hello, i am a a poet who loves the art.form and appreciates what it does. I've been writing for about 3 years now. Anything else, contact me =] more..

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