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And its hard to dance with the devil on your back.
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Tolerate your shame,
Etched deep into skin,
Embedded into bone.
Mask pure self loathing,
in each lie, and every sin.
Staff Note: I think this has so much emotion and I love it.
Photographic memory or not,
I know every grain under my feet.
The sky has changed for I
Have been sitting here for hours,
Ignoring that stranger I call sky -
Couldn’t tell you if it’s cloudy,
Or if the sun is blazing high.Your absence has made all black and white,
I think it’s raining, I don’t notice myself cry -
All I know is something is hitting the floor,
I’m still to learn that this something is I -
I swear the drops trace your footsteps as you walked,
Without a reason you tore your way to the door,
You don’t want to touch, you say you don’t want to talk.And it’s been days since I have looked up at the sky,
I won’t see God there and He won’t tell me why -
My eyes are locked on the dust beneath my feet,
Tribute to the empire that our love used to be:
I won’t be looking up at the life that’s happening above,
I’m ashamed to be so broken, I’m beyond all function -
Condemn me, Lord, but my dear lover, forgive me all
As I let my eyes, my heart, my soul plunge to the floor.
Editor’s Note: Did you write this just for me, or are we psychically connected? Somehow we ended up on the same page, but you used your creative license to pour this piece of finery onto the screen. I adore each line, it’s a wonderful metaphor to stem from a prompt.
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If I could have caught you, like sunlight coming through curtains at seven in the morning, I would have opened a glass jar and let your sighs sift inside. But no amount of certainties are certain. And no amount of moments can be labelled and numbered and locked for safekeeping. I am trying to…
Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.
- Shantaram
