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Where are the men who can write “I will slip into your conversation without you knowing…”
I can slip into your mind without leaving my tracks”
There are many poets on this site but can they actually speak those words outloud?
She stands next to the roaring, crashing waters as they pour over the edge into abyss. Her tears fall down her pale, soft skin. You would not have known she was crying, she found ut a long time ago, not to make a sound because no one heard nor cared anyway. So, her chest heaved with each silent gasp of pain as she silently cried.
Her hands grasped the wrought iron fence that kept her safe from herself.
Her auburn hair fell forward so no one could see her anguished features.
Her shoulders tightly wound from holding it all in.
Finally..
unable to bear this weight, she lifted her head and opened her mouth.
Her deep, soulful cries filled the night as the moon took shelter behind the clouds.
Night creatures scurried to find shelter, as others just pricked their ears towards the wails of a soul searching….for something, even she was not sure of what.
Blood dripped from her hands that gripped the old iron gate. Small tears across soft flesh as she wrestled with the old gate.
Lost in the roles fostered upon her by the World, so lost , she felt empty.
She says softly as she falls to her knees, spent of any energy. “There is not such thing as Love.” free adult dating huntsville ohio
Not the Love of GOD she speaks of…
the love of Man.
Her forehead beats the ruggard ground softly.
“Why can I not let go and allow myself to feel love?”
Not the love of a mother to a child…
no.
The heart beats faster when you think of him,
the skin blushes, flushes when he looks at you,
the excitement of knowing you will see him again…
that love.
Has
always
eluded
me.
Words are just words.
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They no longer carry any weight nor have anything to back them up.
Words.. are empty.
Just like her.
As the moon peeks out from behind the clouds, wondering if it is safe to come out. The waters keep thundering by, the Earth trembles under her body.
Her hazel eyes look upward, her body wasted of any strength to arise and move on.
What was there to move on too?
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