W Poet

Beautifully Broken W Poet

He was a Warrior poet with a broken soul; and she, an Angel whisper, that cries on a cloud alone. You ever just want to fight for two people you know should be together. You want to give them that hope, that vision to see through the fog of loneliness, and lost dreams. To find one another. This is that story, there are many fragments missing but I have put it together as best I can. I am not an author so forgive me. It is not such an uncommon story anymore. Two people meet online and they fall in love, but back in 2006 it was a new world. Cyberspace, where two souls meet: no filters, just our words, our thoughts. People meet this way and marry all the time these days, but my love story became my tragedy. I guess I am sharing this because the memory has been trapped too long. Why is it that we need others to share our pain? within the flow of tears from our bleeding hearts we stain others, allowing ourselves to heal. No one saw me bleed, no one knew about us. Falling in love with someone thousands of miles away and never hearing their voice, never looking into their eyes, never feeling the warmth of their skin... I told no one, not my family not my Friends, and when the walls came crashing down, I had no one to hold, and so I fell. W. P.