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[sid] => 134737
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => An end to amity
[time] => 2007-05-27 10:34:45
[hometext] => When pain is inspiration
[bodytext] => My silent soul...I stand at your threshold, To weep in tears a tale untold, A song, a verse to speak the pain, That has brought me to you again, I wove a web of desipient dreams, In the arms of delirious passion, I have been temerarious so it seems, To have thought in this unlikely fashion Delectable delusions of sempiternal love, My silent soul...I have been nescient, Struck by cecity...lost in cupidity, To be inebriated by his being, To be dressed in his breath, To be his and his alone, O how factitious has been my calling, How predictable has been this falling, Of my amorphous form, I believed he found me amiable, He confirms I am quite irascible, He said he found me versatile, He replaces it now with puerile, With repulsive and obsessive, Destructive and fainthearted, Bovine and unattractive… O silent soul, we are journeying through life together, With vows of love and fortitude forever, When did we reach this distance? Where there is only distance between us, What is this noxious place? Where I have scars on the face…of my tainted heart. His fingers do not graze the nape of my neck, I am to him but a paltry speck, He sees right through me now… I yearn for his touch and his embrace, His one kind glance upon my face, I wish…to be sucked into a vortex, To disappear and disintegrate, To become part of absolute darkness, For I cannot face his melancholy, The wrinkle on his forehead when he sees me, Strength to rekindle is dead, In all the moments my heart has bled, O silent soul…the tie of vows remains unbroken, In spite the healing words unspoken, All I can reiterate is this brittle love story, But where do I go from here when; With one last flicker of immature hope, I reached out his hands to hold, I had to let go for they were stone cold. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 65 [informant] => euphoria [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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