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If I had to talk of truth
I'm not sure id find it in your heart
or your eyes.
your soul is something
I could never read
though my own
lay woven in and out of lies
i expected more from you.
It was a crazy lie I invented to occupy my loneliness
I almost had myself believing it
but there was one step I was too proud to take
I count myself so lucky
I didn't fumble when you needed me most
the cold in your eyes is what I deserve
but there is no coldness there.
and I fumble because I know
it's not what I should still have to run to
And I can't look in there as long as I used too
its so damn hard
because its in my eyes
and in my heart, I know you've seen it.
I almost destroyed it
like so many other parts of myself
so, this one thing I hold perfect
in honour of you,
singularly
my sex
though my heart
tore it's self in two.
loved it.
loved it. it inspired a new sonnet entitled, "Truth Detective Sonnet". http://www.postpoems.org/authors/poetic_eyes/poem/972140
Thanks my lovely pwings you
Thanks my lovely pwings you are such a lovely sister you always make me smile :D hugss
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."
The thing about truth, is
The thing about truth, is that spoken, written or seen,....it is still unclear to us without the experience of it. The precious, priceless, value of one's presence will always hold more value than any words spoken....because of that small 'truism' about truth.
Amazing poem Ssmoothie.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Truth has only ever brought
Truth has only ever brought pain even after tremendous excitement. It's ine of those things you get to live with I suppose. Thanks nightlight hugss
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."
The whole part about the poem
The whole part about the poem is that you can't give anyone your sex. It's always taken unless there is love with it.
That's why sex without love is self hate. Sex without love is the act of two people pleasuring themselves for the sake of self satisfaction. It's why when you learn that small truth, you sort of frown upon people who openly say they do it.
The poem was a bit confusing for me because of that....I thought you maybe meant you became a transvestite for someone....which could be too.. it can be read a couple different ways.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Yes i see what you mean and i
Yes i see what you mean and i am glad about that. Faithful in sex is not a comfort when the heart strays. No one really wins. Hugss
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."