What Was Once ( Aug. 24, 2011 )

The rhythmic movement of your body is what wakes my inner most desires.
Yet it is the beat of your heart that lingers within my subconscious. 
For to feel love is everything. Though to loose it , it becomes as empty promise. Still something, yet almost nothing at all. 
It slowly devours the soul in which it contains, never again to be mended, shattered into pieces for all eternity.
And though I dream of the pain that you once offered, it is the beauty of what was once, that shall forever be missed. 

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