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Beautiful Sarrow
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Ginger Sarrow is a term of pety,
deams no justice for its meaning
I scan the heavans for a pittance of mercy
But,
Her love, her beauty
its...
its...
arresting.
I cannot see her vestmented salvation
the famished wanting engraves irritating wounds
as
the pain swalows beneath the scars
like liquid to dry sponge.
Her spirit
ricochet within the skin in my body
detaining my heart
from the outside world.
That power mandates a sarrow which contrives my tears like waves of the earths salty masses.
My love for her
pounds the concrete
in a mind and heart consuming pattern
that effortlessely disposes my every effort to stay sane.
sssssssssssssssssstttttttttttttttttttttttttooooooooooooooooooooooooooooppppppppppppppppppp killing meeeeeeee!!!
akwardness comes into relevance
my words are in true currency
The desire: unfathomable
beyond this life
and any after my time.
her steps:
coorespondance to my coming
yet
we have not met the collide
Tell me please God, WHAT IS THIS LONGIng? WHAT IS THIS POWer?
A power that must exist, it just has to.
For without her...
i could not take breath.
Therfore...
she is the pain...
she is the cure.
This constant pursuit of passion and belonging becomes the strength
The rage of her unexistence fends off the escopades of
my distant partners potential arrival.
This potential lends hurt yet...
its the same pain which conjures the focus of oneday
beeing one with her.
Rather than loosing myself.
within the nothingness of which... She really Is///
Your poems are very good, and
Your poems are very good, and inspiering. They are very beautifull. Filled with many emotions, and feelings. Your words are deep, and they really hit home. For once, i am Speachless, words are not good enough for this response. :)
Very good, Keep going.
-Elfy*
you have no idea the extent
you have no idea the extent of what that means.
Ascesa e rialzarsi fino a quando gli agnelli diventano leoni
Rise and Rise again until Lambs become lions