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THE NEVER ENDING YOU
The smile that started wars.
And stopped a few.
Her entrance
suspended in liquid prism crystal.
Flaws to fall in love with.
Blessed I was to penetrate an aura of warmth.
To feel her nude breasts against my back.
Does she remember me?
Am I tucked away within a wrinkle in her brain?
Such silly questions we ask ourselves.
Her photograph wouldn't burn,
and it's moved by ghosts whenever I want to forget.
Moved to places I cannot ignore.
You're still here sweetness.
You'll never know how many whispers of your name
are lost within the atmosphere.
You'll never know how many tears
I've lost in my pillow.
Sense is a tricky time machine,
moving forever to the past.
leaving me exactly as I am
to witness
the never ending
you...
And stopped a few.
Her entrance
suspended in liquid prism crystal.
Flaws to fall in love with.
Blessed I was to penetrate an aura of warmth.
To feel her nude breasts against my back.
Does she remember me?
Am I tucked away within a wrinkle in her brain?
Such silly questions we ask ourselves.
Her photograph wouldn't burn,
and it's moved by ghosts whenever I want to forget.
Moved to places I cannot ignore.
You're still here sweetness.
You'll never know how many whispers of your name
are lost within the atmosphere.
You'll never know how many tears
I've lost in my pillow.
Sense is a tricky time machine,
moving forever to the past.
leaving me exactly as I am
to witness
the never ending
you...
Published 19th May 2014
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So Stirring...soo wistfully sad...
My friend, i can feel the subtle, yet powerful pain that lies within, and between the lines of this piece.
"Her entrance/suspended in liquid prism crystal...."--This is so clearly vivid...lovely...the fluid beauty of [her] movement.
Sometimes, we are blessed to have that one special person in our lives--the one who leaves behind the memories that will never fade--the permanent finger prints upon our heart--and whose name remains forever etched upon our soul...
and this piece captures the essence of that type of special person
My friend, i can feel the subtle, yet powerful pain that lies within, and between the lines of this piece.
"Her entrance/suspended in liquid prism crystal...."--This is so clearly vivid...lovely...the fluid beauty of [her] movement.
Sometimes, we are blessed to have that one special person in our lives--the one who leaves behind the memories that will never fade--the permanent finger prints upon our heart--and whose name remains forever etched upon our soul...
and this piece captures the essence of that type of special person
