I lay down, resting head upon granite cold
slowly drowning in my pool of melancholic
petty selfish ignorance, so old
you realize, I’m only pretending
o way o, I will need your support
please help me up off the floor, it cannot be, abort
a void drawing in failings because I cannot seem
to get up to redeem
you, I should carefully disguise
foolish thoughts
Must destroy what you made before
I can live again
I’m falling too fast and I fear
the angel’s scorn, she would not
teach me to fly my dear
I lost faith in myself somewhere in your touch
God Damn it all, I used to have strength
I so want to hate you, my Delilah
I wasn’t really pretending, not so much
WoW!!! this is amazing……….absolutely loved it, Sir!!! 🙂 🙂
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Thanks baba!
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my pleasure……i have missed a lot of good poetry…..catching up!! 🙂 🙂
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A sad, rueful sigh of the heart echoing in the still night. Beautiful, aching.
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Thanks Christine
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Hope all is well with you. Someone recently said they could read the anguish in my words some days and I had not even been aware that it was there.
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
The sad, beautiful sigh of an aching heart.
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I always read your work like a punk song. Lol.
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🙌❤
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