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Bricks Piled upon My Heart
by Matthew Tayloreach time gets heavier, not easier
breath gets more difficult to obtain...
in my heart, it rains.
every episode I wish...
was a lost episode.
some self inflicted, intentionally fueled by...
stubborn twisted pride.
I want to find MY place,
at these times, in which to hide.
I forsake responsibility,
useless is my own ability.
an answer, no! a cure!
for certain, forever, for sure!
I want to quit trying,
but can't if My Love is dying,
HER HEARTS BEATS INSIDE OF MINE!!!
our love is real, from above,
divine. 05/19/2006
Author's Note: today my parents were married, 62 years ago, they are both gone from this earth, this has nothing to do with the poem I just wrote, my parents were the worst examples of how a married couple should treat each other, I will not be like either one of them in my marriage, I will break the cycle of futility, and regardless of the outcome, choose to give, love and always put my partner first, till death.
Posted on 05/19/2006
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Taylor
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/21/06 at 04:20 AM today's society does not take the vow "till death do us part" seriously anymore... even in the worst of times, you are still intertwined and this piece exemplifies this. i know things are rough and you are in my prayers.. God will provide a way when there doesn't seem to be a way |
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