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Dispossessed
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In Cold Blood. words condemned to the seam
from needle and thread,
and to feel it all unraveling
so sickened to death,
For Love, there is nothing I wont do
I cant move
despite everything, or just you
I'm kept
drawn back, with my bucket
to extract the water from your well
and what becomes of me, as i drink
fearlessly, desired,
inpsired, by a need to know the truth
It all comes forth, as intended
nothing forced, all amended
the power of surrendered defenses, and
L O V E
all i really want,
is you.
That Bitch is Wretched.
i suppose
the truth is all any of us truly want, however perception is the
majority of the truth. things play out differently in all of our minds. like a
movie running in slow motion.... body language and thoughts tell a
story of their own. right in the midst of a beautiful story, sometimes,
ugliness shows its hiding head. it is hard to believe it could be anywhere
near such beauty~ how a picture perfect story~ could become so hazy.
although intentions were the greatest~ was not the road to hell still
paved with them? never meaning to cause pain~
the wretched