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Logic Of Essence
He still feels like a dream
& when the reveries wake me
( screaming )
I find myself wondering
was he ever really there..
Here I am
down on my knees again
For this beautifully flawed
perfectionist of a man
Holding the pieces of me in his hands
Trembling
His soul, sweet as a Shakespearean sonnet
carving into my heart this haunting melody
of the night I wrote love's definition
Painting the stars in his eyes
& there in the shadows his energy lingered
as if he could shatter starlight with a single smile
( because in my world, he could )
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& when the reveries wake me
( screaming )
I find myself wondering
was he ever really there..
Here I am
down on my knees again
For this beautifully flawed
perfectionist of a man
Holding the pieces of me in his hands
Trembling
His soul, sweet as a Shakespearean sonnet
carving into my heart this haunting melody
of the night I wrote love's definition
Painting the stars in his eyes
& there in the shadows his energy lingered
as if he could shatter starlight with a single smile
( because in my world, he could )
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Published 13th Jan 2010
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13th Jan 2010 8:07am
...that love is coming of age in your lines, Kandice - tho the jury remains out on how long this first flush can hold its own without slipping back to the darkness you do so well. No doubt you will keep us posted!
10th Mar 2013 5:56am
simple and elegant @ the samre time! good read! solid good tempo and excelent format! keep grindin
