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By Stephen Date: 2002 Apr 14 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.14.07.59.21126]] |
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at blades of ice skates we make our way across ourselves looking down, unveiling doubled friends we hold hands as they hold hands they smile and laugh while we do the same just as we, they glide gracefully and with identical adherence we almost slip and fall all in fun, its there amidst the eyes through the cold and cloudy reflection do they wish things we wish have they the same wants and needs are we the beholders of the mirror does their envy point ground up to the sky or maybe in their 'perfect world' like a scene captured on snowy fern they are the ideal mirror of cold desire we are the pure emotions they've forgotten they are the real king and queen of this ice the love symbol they represent laying right beneath our feet but who would hold it against them if they enjoyed the numbing cold all day would they truly feel the heartbreak the sharpest freezing edges of pain when they battle and cry between themselves will they ever be real would they be the same no. that could never be they're just the silly tethered plot devices we fathom... what can it mean to us then to hope and dream wishing for that, a better time we must try and understand our lives with and without love without the ice capades always biting at our heels those two shmucks beneath us never can, nor ever will so we are forced to skate alone as we appear to do now slicing through the uneven ground of real life and real love |