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You've Just got to know that I'm named Belinda.
I love God ,SHC & Japan. OF course, Bro & Sis in Christ.
I hate all the sadness you've brought upon my life.
But im nice & forgiving, In your dreams.
if both of us are to cry, I want to be the one who cries louder,I want to be the one who takes a longer time to recover.
I want to absorb all the sadness from you..I'm holding on but you've already let go.
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Date posted: Saturday, July 18, 2009;
Time started: 8:23 PM
Posted by: BelindaT.
A short short poetry(?) perhaps. before i leave for church : )
Beautiful, Tragedy.
‘I never told you,’ you whisper like the evanescent lyrics to a song I can’t replay.
‘That I found it as beautiful and irreplaceable as you.’
I want to hold you. I want to catch your words and lock them in a place where they never fade, where you’re always smiling.
Instead I reach out to curl my hand around the shell you gave me, the one I’d placed around my neck since then,
it takes me a moment to realize you’re no longer buying time.I smile as I try to fight back the tears.
‘You could’ve told me one day. It didn’t have to be now.’
You close your eyes and turn your face away from me.
Not wanting me to see you cry.
I’ve become familiar with the cracks and lines of the ground because
I can no longer bear to look at the sky blue of your eyes.
I’ve been an odd number for a while. I’m no one’s star.
At night I try and look for the sun, in a shirt that no longer smells like you,
because I once said all you had to do was look closer.
I lied.
All I see is the moon.