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Your words have struck my heart, and wander through my mind.

My broken feelings smart, like a wound that has been gently covered with salt.

All those feelings that you’ve planted, like a small seed inside of me

A seed I’ve never asked for, and now I cannot weed

 

But it’s too late, the rose has opened wide, its petals fall, and fly like butterflies

Their wings touching my heart, breaking down the wall inside

Leaving nothing but confused emotions wanting to crawl up

In bundles of black velvet comfort that swallow me whole

 

And when the stars shine bright, I twist and turn

Dreaming your arms around me, till my sheets feel like a deathbed

Wrapped up in dreams never allowed, I struggle to comprehend

But this sprite of love will not uncover its misty secrets

 

A single tear trickles down, as quicksilver so fast

I wish that I could drown myself, in that drop of love that passed

I struggle to hold on, to that dream strictly forbidden

Prevent myself to scream; afraid it never, or ever, ends

 

The lonely feeling stays, unbearable to date

But I reason it away, by saying that my time will come

And that there is a Yin for my Yang, that I will find some day

How can I end this, when I want it to carry on?

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SweetCherrie,

The theme is a little like a moth attracted to a flame. What causes this destructive behaviour? Do we blame to the moth for finding the naked flame attractive or do we blame the flame for singeing the insect’s wings?

Beautifully written as always.

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