"Love Is..."A Poem by Chris- a many "**censored**" thing"Love is..." Love is... many things to many people and even everything to some. It's thoughts so often spoken and hearts that come undone. Love is... the heat and flame remembered in the ashes gray chill... teasing laughter - ghosting rooms that now are always ...still. It's... tarnished frames and shaking fingers, fading eyes and clouded glass... all the faces... empty windows all their "nothings" staring back. Love is learning - how each sunrise becomes an empty sunset, how we handle always wanting, how our dreams are seldom spent. It's the grayest tasting sunshine, and cold, rain-filled summer days, how the darkest moonlight's coming leaves us stumbling through the haze. Love is missing all the rainbows behind drained empty eyes, sitting lost in all the echoes our walls just can't disguise.. and... Love is reaching past the shadows as you hold the pain inside ...til you find there are tomorrows and not only just "...goodbyes...". Chris © 2013 ChrisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChrisLansing, MIAbout"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so. "Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020 I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..Writing
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