fallen love

Magnificent in dusky rose,
Satin overlapped her breasts.
Like fresh blood upon the snow,
A tourniquet of lifes regrets.

Awakened, pulled out from the tomb,
Her spirit eclipsed the moon.
She outshone a falling star,
An ornament from far away.

And to her dead insurrection,
It was if her pallor gleamed.
Like an angels warmed by love,
Her lust screamed for release.

Raped of faith, she now embraced,
Looking frozen and disgraced.
With her disdain, inside her veins,
She sought to keep what age would claim.

On her whims, with no control,
Her soul sold for this toll.
Cruelty brought three orchids,
From the bowels of the abyss.

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There was a woman in my life whom I loved deeply.

She was and is still everything to me. I had pursued her for months before we actually started dating on that fateful 4th of July, in 2007. It all started at a Rangers baseball game. They were playing the Angels that night, and little did I know that the fireworks at the ballpark, were nothing compared to what would happen once we got home. We went into that stadium as friends, but left as a couple. The drive home that night took way too long, and once inside the house, we went straight into the bedroom. That night I felt like I had one the lottery. From her flowing brown hair, to her deep green eyes, she had me captivated. Her smile was contagious, and I had never before felt security like I did in her arms. I was on a meager salary at the time, so my ring was not the most substantial declaration of my love, but it was all I could afford. It was a starry Texas night, when I proposed to her in my Chevy truck. Without hesitation, she said yes. My heart jumped, and I knew without a doubt that she was the one that I had been waiting all these years for. Everything was great, including the sex, and we conceived a child in August. Her name was to be Irelynn. We had plans for a California wedding within the next six months, and for a few months to follow, I continued to be on top of the world… nothing could ruin my life now. But, I was mistaken. One morning it all changed. She walked out of the house, my life… and my heart broke. For a solid year, I begged, pleaded, and gave into anything that might offer a chance of bringing us back together. There were a few glimmers of hope over he past year and a half, but now I think I may have finally given up. From what I hear, she is engaged to some guy that inherited a ton of money, and can offer her more than I could have at the time, and is a stay at home mom. The sad thing is, that even after her betrayal, and knowing all the facts… I would without a doubt, welcome her back with open arms, as I still love her as much today, as I did a year and a half ago.

Now here is the weird part; I found out that she calls a friend of mine about every three weeks to check on my life… and I have discovered that she checks in on my facebook page, and my myspace page.

My heart needs to heal. I want to be able to move on… But I can’t. I still feel that there is a chance that she might come back. Help…

So what do you think?

Can you offer me any advice?

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