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By recluse Date: 2002 Jun 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.04.21.14.4520]] |
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fractured ....... ........... here is what i would like you to truly know the pain it is out there in everyone and it grows yet if we could stop and see each for who we are if... .......... hark... a term used in elder times so much so much more to be lost never again to be found hark do you hear me hark to me one and all for ten thousand years we have searched looking for that which can not be found yet in you yet in you... ............... ........ how does one write of love that which has eluded one of late thought for a while i knew what it was had it nailed to a wall i had yet it has slipped quietly away in the night as i watched it go ........... .................. nervousness and fear it started it all cold sweats pains in gut wretched aches yet the times of bliss i remember the most the first kiss a razor in the wind slicing deep a side of me carving worlds new in pain and blood were those worlds born in tears those were also shed in sadness did i loose all that was born from this and i ache from a hollow heart carved fresh in the razor of a kiss...... .................. melancholy whispers of wintered wind blowing soft across hair still wet with tears in silence to this dawn do i weep for what was and what can never be again ................. ....................... .......... ..... . |