Good morning my love, oh I hope you slept well! I confess I did not sleep at all. I have been musing not snoozing you see, and driving myself up the wall. I am addicted, sublimely afflicted, to you more than anything else. I try not to think about you all the time, but I just can not help myself. This beautiful pain that I feel is so real and it cuts to my core like a blade. Sometimes it might take incisions to heal, but this flame inside me never fades. I've never felt exactly like this, it defies all attempts to define. But I admit, above all it is bliss, and within me it's tightly entwined. Please have a great day, and I will as well, the sun will soon shine warm above. Something so sweet deep inside of me swells, metamorphosed by this love.
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Mar 19, 2014
Loveamorphisis
Mar 8, 2014
The Start of the Fall
Its how it starts,
The little lies,
That brings the tears
to lovers' eyes.
"I love you",
yes,
this I know,
but it takes more
than words to show,
that which heals
and makes us grow,
I want to free us
from the snow.
As I am shut out,
I will,
fight and shout,
I won't go still.
I shall rant and rave until,
you find my words
so very shrill!
My love for you,
so very strong
that I will just
be pulled along,
like a fish right
on the hook,
I'm a dusty
open book.
Hear me whine
and hear me plead!
Can you not
hear my soul sing?
Tell me
The little lies,
That brings the tears
to lovers' eyes.
"I love you",
yes,
this I know,
but it takes more
than words to show,
that which heals
and makes us grow,
I want to free us
from the snow.
As I am shut out,
I will,
fight and shout,
I won't go still.
I shall rant and rave until,
you find my words
so very shrill!
My love for you,
so very strong
that I will just
be pulled along,
like a fish right
on the hook,
I'm a dusty
open book.
Hear me whine
and hear me plead!
Can you not
hear my soul sing?
Tell me
what...
is happening...
and listen
is happening...
and listen
to my pleading rings.
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