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Three and Two
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Dolour Three times you have bitten the life out of me
I have bitten back twice
All the years burn to ashes on the dancing finger tips
All I sought is nothing but working sorrow
Three times you have smite me with love
Twice I have accepted the blows
Now we are glaring figures, waiting for the next move
Someday, I will walk away
Three scars onto the heart, three scratches on the Blades
I have scarred you twice, twice I have protected myself
You continue to be a staring figure, stuck on the past
I have left you miles behind me somewhere, growing into the future
Three times poison was injected into the Spirit
Twice removed, and a final third time as I sink the Blades to the hilt
What once was the heart you claimed to love, the man you wanted
Not the man I wanted to be, I become me for the third and final time
Four goodbyes, hurricane of emotions wrecking all the known
In the aftermath of destructive forces, I pull together what was life
Showing the scars, holding close to the Blades and being truthful
To myself, I carry the broken self home away from the poison for the final time
Rewrite?
There is a lot here to absorb, the blade is wielded nicely - the slice lines in the heart palpable - what a way to say this. - Just Bein' Lady A 4 U Today
Yes, Rewrite
I liked the original poem, but it was lacking from my point of view. I knew it could be a lot more if I put some effort and time into the poem. So I did, and thank you much. *Smiles*
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.