Met her after 2 years and she was nomore the person she once used to be.
Do you feel the same? Can he die for you?
When I look at you, I feel you miss something perhaps an angel's wings, your look,an incomplete zone of stagnant emotions, I wont kill to be with THE YOU.
The confessions now are incoherent, expressions obsolete,the magical feeling, a lie.
A vicious intoxicant drops while going through old testament of love, beautiful lies, tidy satin, hollow promises.
. wow ... you are on the extreme left of the x axis and i am on the extreme right of the x axis ... in two years ... out of which we were together only for the first seven months ... i feel overwhelmed by my soul mate's presence in the universe now more than ever before ... but this is so powerful that i nearly disintegrated after reading this poem ... only to realize that perhaps that poem is an expression of how you construe that disintegration ... my soul mate still misconstrues me ... i'm just saying ... you never know ... sometimes things just seem that way ... even when they're not ... anyhow ... this is a pretty powerful piece of poetry ...
This is astounding in in the sense that we never really truly know people! We can be attatched and think we do but at the end of the day, nothing is as it seems, the incoherence is an unsettling part of relationships. We feel more than we see, sense something is amiss!
Where there are no wings, a sign that the person is not all they could be, it is hard to continue with honesty!
A lot of hearts thought here love, beautifully voiced xx
What once was, will never be again. Change is the only constant when it comes to pretty much everything in this world. People are no exception to this rule. Reminded me of an ex of mine... same time together two years... a year and a half apart... when we met again, neither of us knew each other any longer. Nothing else to do but keep walking.
Songs of Solomon, felt within and throughout. You write of dreams, memories and of ones heart like a musical instrument in harmony with the embodiment of love. A light once shared, separated...waiting to be reunited again.
If only I could feel
the touch of fresh air
the sound of the tides
and feel emotions
pulling me back again.
If only I could feel me
pulling back
again
and feel embraced
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