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Just say it already
Contributed by
ravenrain
on
Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 04:24:23 AM in AEST
Topic:
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There's not just one story
It's not one loving another
There's more to tell in good time
The joy and sorrow of each other.
I don't believe
Love ever dies.
But that it's
covered up in
beautiful lies.
It like being in
a room of darkness,
And not being able
to hear the painful
tears that one another
fears to let out loud.
It's loving one in writing
with the blood on the paper.
And the other simply
pressing past love
to the present lover.
How is one to know the story
of one loving and one not
if the writter doesn't tell who
is loving and who is not?
The problem dear poet
is not having things to tell,
but of whom it's all about!
As you've learned
time
does not stand still.
And people do
change hues.
Do you see the two that I've been seeing?
It's reading words
of meaning love
that tears one from another.
Seeing one loves
and one lies
to disguise the feelings
for a true friend.
And don't the truest of friends stay
friends because
there is that spark?
Like they say
the best couples
were
the best of friends.
It wasn't pure ectasy with me
for I am not being held in your arms.
I do believe that it is our destiny
to be a friend, lover, muse and comforter.
For these things are what we spend
our lives searching for.
And some
never
finding
the light
and
the love
behind
the writter
and
the pen.
Copyright ©
ravenrain
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2005-05-16 04:24:23]
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Re: Just say it already
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by Rae on
Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 06:56:43 AM AEST
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It's loving one in writing
with the blood on the paper.
And the other simply
pressing past love
to the present lover.
arrested me.
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