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Gold And Tarnished Brass
Contributed by
Dri
on
Tuesday, 17th January 2006 @ 05:37:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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when I left Germany I was just
a small girl-
so young and so left alone in
the so cold harshness of a newfound
humanity-
it left me
I didnt think it would,
but like the men Ive learned to love
departure on a wing of hope
never to return again
he doesnt understand why its so hard
for me to trust
in anything
why I constantly take what is real and
make it much worse than
whatever could be
he doesnt tell me this
he wont
I dont think he even knows how
I sit on the same bed-
I sleep between the same sheets
here where Ive come so far
in this room where I fell so
far past who I expected myself to be
what I know is all Ill ever trust
have you any idea how many
people mistake the two?
how many people
take sex and say love and how
many lovers let it be?
I refuse-
I will not let it alone
he cant see why
I dont want to believe in gold
and find it to be a tarnished brass
I would love to just let
it be
but I dont think I even know how
he loved me
I dont even know how
Copyright ©
Dri
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2006-01-17 17:37:37]
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Re: Gold And Tarnished Brass
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by enigma on
Friday, 20th January 2006 @ 11:14:49 AM AEST
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Dri...
...how many of us are out there...we were told so much out there was gold to find out the best of it was tarnished brass, but the bulk of it was that brown stuff...very little out there can be trusted...it is mostly illusory...reality is six, seven, eight layers beneath...
...think about this possibility...if what was presented to us was presented as gold but ended up being yuck, yuck...perhaps what they said was yuck, yuck, just might be gold...let me say it another way...you, I, a whole lot of us have lived life believing we were tarnished brass...is it possible we, ourselves, each of us is the Gold we have been looking for...ultimately, each of us is the only entity to be truly trusted...
...I know you are pure Gold, Dri...pure Gold...
...could...
ron...enigma |
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