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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Night Winter Spoke
[time] => 2014-02-21 10:47:48
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[bodytext] => I will never forget the night winter spoke to me. It clutched on to the idea of fairy-tales and gave me the satisfaction of confusion. I was inspired, I was torched and most of all I was blessed to find an ache that makes me seek more. I’m a lost puzzle of insecurities attached to my heritage, my clothes, my shoes and my faith. But one night, the winter spoke to me immersing me into a world that I wasn't aware existed; it was calm and breezing inside this lonesome body. The night we kissed I was naked and ready to give you the world. The night we kissed you were passionate about her. I could see it when you bite the corners of my lips that you were nibbling only on the vision of another woman. I’m not used to feeling like a stranger but there’s nothing I've ever been more certain of, when you kissed me my lips I savored everything I ever desired and I knew this was dangerous territory but I stepped on it anyways and so I landed heartbroken knowing this was coming, I stomped on it anyways. You looked me in my eyes and said that this was just a distraction of a drug, it wasn't real so don’t you expect more. When loving, I found out the hard way it’s easier to change how you love than unlove what you know you love so I did. I am a soldier and when I carry myself it is with uncertainty, but I stand on these heels with pride I can’t share and I bury our memory underneath these soles. I will never forget the night winter spoke to me. The moon was howling at this moment, wind warning me that this is foreign territory and I will never be to him what she is but I clutched on to the idea of fairy-tales. I was inspired, torched and most of all I was blessed to find an ache that makes me seek more in myself. I said one night the winter spoke to me about fairy-tales and love and it immersing me into a world I wasn't aware existed; it was calm and breezing. May be lonesome, but I’m not alone. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 132 [topic] => 22 [informant] => hibissa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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