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For Eric, part three
Contributed by
Blu
on
Thursday, 19th February 2004 @ 10:14:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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There is no freedom in love, I realize, pacing up my street, rain drops stinging my cheeks. How have I become so captive?
And yet, like a bird, you are able to stretch your heavenly wings and take your leave of me.
Where have you stolen this freedom? Is this liberty to ignore tears- soothe a broken heart with 'adieu' real, or illusion?
Death I have come to embrace like a lover- in your impending abscence I have taken into my bed something dark and cold.
Yes, I still have the petals from the roses you gave me. They are frozen in their perfection like memories, perhaps, or a photograph.
If ever I have loved someone, it is you. If ever two hearts were one, they were ours.
Yes, I still have mine- the matching sweaters we bought. It is my proud color, my blue- my cloak of night to veil my tear stained face.
For which you will no longer be here to kiss.
My quiet lover, my Raphael, my life, my breath- love, how you have left me.
And I have realized, it is not rain but my own tears that sting
And there is no freedom in love, only death.
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Blu
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2004-02-19 22:14:08] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: For Eric, part three
(User Rating: 1 ) by antares on
Thursday, 19th February 2004 @ 10:43:48 PM AEST (User
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once again painfully beautiful. only this time i can relate all to clearly. my desperate sorrow seems to ring close to yours. . ur poems are beautiful. and if u ever want to talk just let me kno.w~antares |
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