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Hambre del Alma I know what we look like underneath
I know the smooth serene pinkness
the lush vessels
the spots where we are darker
I could cut you,
and sever something
and then save you
I could go back in time,
and keep promises that
still ring loudly in your ears
but I am fatal, darling
something to be feared
I do not know how to love properly
or why I fall inlove so often with
tiny things that do not love me back
I am a soul that has lost its kindness
a dream catcher of the worse type
My only solace is,
that a pen can cut like a knife
it's just a matter of holding it right
So in this sad hour,
when I reach out and nothing is there
I think of you
and
that is the only kindness that I have
I am sorry.
oh man "I could cut you, and
oh man
"I could cut you,
and sever something
and then save you
I could go back in time,
and keep promises that
still ring loudly in your ears"
just gah I am at a loss for words to describe what this is stirring in me!
"I do not know how to love properly
or why I fall inlove so often with
tiny things that do not love me back"
again no words....
though these last lines remind me of a poem I wrote
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/running_with_rabbits/poem/932275
:) never be sorry for who you are love, you have such a beautiful soul, trust me
Much Love
Ashley
Thanks rabbit, as always, I
Thanks rabbit, as always, I am truly honored. I read the poem you were talking about, and I absolutely love it. "My heart knocks on doors that will never open"...........brilliant. and I know exactly how that feels. Thanks again!!
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
I heard it somewhere once so
I heard it somewhere once so the brilliance was not all me, but thanks
I always love reading your work, it really just unsettles all the dust that has settled in my soul and I LOVE that feeling
Much Love
Ashley
Yeah, crap can make you nub
Yeah, crap can make you nub if you let it, I hug my lifeblood tight you'd have to rip it from me ;) as always a wonderful write! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Proper Loving
...I do not know how to love properly...if ever an affirmation of how to love, it is here, absence, aloneness, sorry (regret?) the flipped coin of love may be lose - or there is no proper definition - allets
Only a fool would try to
Only a fool would try to define love, it is perhaps more an experiential affliction or condition that simply changes form so to catch it in its any singular form is a disservice to the theme As a whole... Let it be.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."