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Somehow I Always Knew


I would always set out and enjoy the summer nights. Staring at the stars peeking through as they shined down. Like the glow of the same colored lights. Lighting up a big city or casting over a small town. Somehow I always knew, I'd be here wondering where you've gone, what to do. I would stand at the end of my porch looking out. To a world I thought was shared with you, As I remember I said 'I love you' and there was no doubt. My love for you was real and true. Yet somehow I always knew, My days would no longer look the shade of blue. The nights grew dark and the air grew cold. As they carried in the wind in a broken melody that sung in sync with my damaged heart. And it didn't matter what was told, Because the man I thought you were was a lie from the very start, Somehow I knew the words meant nothing, and yet you knew that my words had meant something. A sadness so profound, That it strikes my soul like a snake striking body heat. And a beautiful flute silences and cease to make a sound. And my heart finally comes to miss a single beat. Somehow I always knew, there was no us and it was something completely new, Once my story started with I love you and ended with goodbye. Somehow I always knew, you had never cared, Not the one year, not the love and laughs, we shared. You came and left and I still don't know why, After all this time I still cry. When I think about those baby blues and that smile, That would make my heart race and it would be worth each mile. I remember standing there for hours on end. Holding memories close to a place no one ever touched. Wondering if this wound could somehow mend. That in time, moving on would be easier and not a mistake. Somehow I always knew, you would be here one minute and gone the next. Somehow, I always knew that was a life I was willing to make, a chance I was willing to take.
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KaterinaPatrova

I am an inspired sketch artist and writer. I don't really have big dreams an most poetry I write reflects how my own heart is feeling. I write my own stories as well an fan fiction. I gained a scholarship for my artwork a while back an it was the proudest moment of my life an I hope I can get somewhere with my life someday. All I am saying is dreams do come true and just keep trying.

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