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don't go
stay come back, please when sound judgement sways you set it right when blood boils you cool it running through its veins when dark surrender beckons you gently set my gaze afar to give me peace and hope o clarity, you are fickle like all life's greatest gifts you are a wave that crashes not to be understood in your comings and goings what calls you forth or draws you away but I beg you, stay my wretched flounderings yield only to your power come, stay a while please let me climb upon your shoulder carry me kindly through, set me at ease
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I've nothing more
with which to make you fall in love. no things attached to memories no words to make you laugh I have given all there is and it is tucked away boxed and forgotten and you will not read it again from the sublime season of our meeting no souvenirs are left to give now withered and displaced squeezed tight for all there was - a voice over the line a troubled, troubling soul running over recollections of the happiest I'd been hoping you were too - is all I am so little in my life, worth memory what rare occurrences of joy I see the beauty in these, fleeting, stays for me but only me. perhaps it is so
and we do not know it that the ache is what we seek what we long for is the more bitter end. our pain made stronger the greater joy there was in the pursuit there is fight enough in none of us to will it life we seek what is special serendipitous and unique to root deeper agony when it dies to sate veiled strange desires of our heart it seems in our nature to destroy and to enjoy the killing more for thwarting such rare majesty so it seems to be. gentle and slow
your knife slid unfelt, it reached my heart work to the bone my life sworn in earnest, torn apart oath breaker infidel watch me crawl away broken blinded born to lose my way hands bleed, open dire greedy mouth feeds, swallowing promise nothing liar leave me here now, wallowing beg not solace begone kill again, away from here wasted all this move on all my sorrow, all my fear a peaceful walk home
in slate black of a clouded winter night whose false stars fall idly lamp-lit drifting in their millions quietly they rush by down and down, hushing humming earth a hoisted gaze lost in them, tumbling I reel perception adrift, gravity relenting now a dizzying walk out and up the sky one with the swirling crowd settling gently earthward. |
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