Heartbreak
Hezekiah Jackson
Do you remember That one fateful day The time we first spoke Not in greeting Or passing Really spoke Even then I truly believed You were one of a kind No one would have the audacity The gall To speak to me like that But you did The first time We really talked I remember thinking Man I like this girl Yet somewhere along the way Our hard road Filled with pot holes Cracks Bumps Barriers Somewhere along the way I like you Turned to... I love you Now we're here Where I'm so conflicted You loved someone else Someone you can't let go Someone who hurts you Breaks your heart Kill the essence of a queen Inside you As a virus Attacking the immume system Till nothing left I hate it Seeing you like this Hurting Bleeding Yet it's something I must endure No matter how much Pain grips my soul The woman I love Afflicted at the hands Of someone she loved Tears that flow As the abundance of of her pain Her heartbreak That fills the streets Taking us with it A cycle of torment That seems unending Unyielding I wish I could say something Anything That can fix this End this But there's nothing Nothing I can say Nothing I can do And frankly I hate it How did we get here One battle After the next Always something to fight But this is deep And frankly I don't know If we can make it
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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I Saw a Dream
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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