Ripped Away

The nights I lye on my bed alone,
are the hardest to bare,
your sweet touch,
and gentle voice,
is what I miss the most.

The way you'd hold me at night,
the way you said my name,
the way you made me feel loved,
is the way I'll never feel again.

One more minute is all I needed,
one more second on this earth you should have had,
one more beat of the heart wouldn't of been bad.

You stole my heart at first glance,
and when you took my hand into yours,
i never again thought of it as my soul,
for it wasn't,
it was ours.

But we were robbed of our future,
never again to know the gentleness of another,
and why?
do not ask me,
for I wonder the same thing,
of why you were taken from me at such a young age.

The nights I cry alone in my room,
tear at whats left of my soul,
what they did to you,
its un-speakable.

Even my dreams have been tainted,
not one peaceful night,
not as they still walk free,
walk this earth without a care.

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i would love to hear what you all think. thanks for reading my poem. also a special thanks to Angel for helping with the name.

~ash