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You manipulated words in a way I dreamed for
Complementing me articulately,
Providing pleasure even while your beauty stung my open wounds
We shared thoughts… you found me full of hidden fire
You were my moonlight
Illuminating mountain paths to guide me
On my Midnight walks
For I could do nothing but think of you
...You quelled my late-night shivers
Making me believe again in the glories of life
Showing me that Death is nothing to fear
And I was no longer scared
For your unwavering spirit
Gave me strength I thought could not exist

You were glorious,
And I would have given myself to you without a second thought
But that is where the pain lies…
In our corporeal distance, the spaces between us
It was the different worlds that truly kept us apart,
And for that you could hate me forever….
I apologize for being so afraid

You fulfilled every dream I had, rebuilding my spirit with each perfect word you said
You were made with starry substance
Are you still the same?

Sometimes you hurt me…
It only made me love you more
For your vibrant words were always with purpose
And when we couldn’t take it anymore
The pain we inflicted on each other brought us closer,
Calmed the very ocean…
I miss you so,
Will you ever come back to me, this time?

I submit myself to you;
I left you to walk with God,
Just as you always said you would.
With your talk of starry skies,
Of the shifts of planets and suns,
I always thought you were already there
For how could he not Love you too?

You loved me; you told me so a million times
We never could deny it
I just wish the words had been enough for you
And that our cultures hadn’t torn us apart
Are you still as beautiful? Still full of mirth & joy?

You were a man to them, a boy to me
But I will only ever be this young girl,
standing on the corner between worlds




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On Monday July 17th, 2006, TwilightMelodies (1064) writes:
"Sometimes you hurt me…/It only made me love you more" I know this story so very well, my love...and in all honesty, I often wish I didn't. You made me remember that wish again tonight. Beautifully haunting in it's clarity...excellently written. ~*Beth*~


On Monday July 17th, 2006, An Expired Member (38) writes:
that is a very sad and heart- breaking poem, and i lay my heart on the floor so you can shatter whats left of it. ~allie, the blackest rose



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