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I cannot write for fear that with every word a part of you leaves me
Contributed by
cathartic
on
Thursday, 12th July 2012 @ 05:40:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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And I have never felt anything more real
Than how you feel on Sunday mornings
Your body entangled in mine
Black and white lines
And I wish I stayed a little longer
I wish the hour stretched its arms a little further until it met with the minute hand and made a figure eight
My eyes roll back and so does the tape
Our memories on repeat
Millions of moments turned to still life portraits that make a mosaic out of your face
And every line, every imperfect line, forms in asymmetrical shapes..
those three words
Our sweat forming in my eyes begin streaming down my cheeks
Time really doesnt heal all
And the ticking only serves as reminder of what use to fill every space
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Re: I cannot write for fear that with every word a part of you leaves me
(User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on
Thursday, 17th April 2014 @ 08:43:36 PM AEST
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so bittersweet and heartfelt, great images, love your use of language,
hugs n' love nessa |
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