Never the same

Emotions run deep but deeper now that you’re not here,
Everything feels so real and unfiltered when you aren’t sure of how you feel,
Each laugh or tear is magnified and amplified,
Life feels so surreal and strange when you’re looking at them through a different lens.
Something that's black and white now looks orange for some reason, when did that happen?
Was there always an elephant in the room, how come I never saw it?
Things which were so simple are now complicated, how did things go so wrong?
Why does the world look so different from how it was yesterday,
When was even yesterday, what day was it?
Everything seems so strange.
Life has never been the same since you’ve not been in my life, it never will be.

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Life goes on

I didn’t think life would go on, but it did.
I thought the earth would keep on spinning and I’d be left behind,
But here I am,
Wandering the open skies like a kite.
Swaying from side to side,
Letting the wind carry me into great unknown,
Nothing to hold me down or pull me back to reality.
It almost feels like I’m dreaming,
And I keep expecting to wake up any second,
Covered in cold sweat with you next to me,
But that never happens,
Instead,
Life goes on.
This is how my life is now.
It’s weird.
It’s strange.
It’s interesting.
It’s sad.
It's all so new,
Yet there’s something familiar;
Something that I’ve not felt for a long time,
Someone I’ve not been in a long time,
Somewhere I’ve not gone for a long time.
You were my home and we were so close to our happily ever after,
So close that I have daymares of what our life could've been.
I’m back at square one,
Nothing is defined or determined right now like it used to be,
But,
Life goes on.

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My poems don't always rhyme cause I don't have the time, is that such a crime?
When the words flow through my mind I can’t find a way to slow them down.
They rush along before I can say hush and put pen to paper, it's like squeezing a lime;
It’s slow and gets in your eye, makes you wanna cry and look like a clown
The result is a bitter pill to swallow but I ain’t quitter so I’ll will myself not to wallow or whine,
Complain or waver, push myself to be braver and for my face not to frown.
Because one day soon I know it'll be my turn and like shooting star I'll shine,
And on that day maybe I'll be happier because people will say I'm good enough and give me a golden crown

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