Feeling the ice grabbing hold of the heart. Sapping life from its fragile state. Stealing the dreams cherished within.
I am a warrior. I am a knight. I am a demon slayer.
The eyes swollen with unspoken tears. Tearing at the muscles, trying to work free to be birthed onto the pale cheeks. The life draining from the fleshly body. In the day light I hunger for the safety comfort of the night that is shying away.
I am a warrior. I am a knight. I am a demon slayer.
A stronger man let the tears flow as twin streams. Wearing them with pride and like living war paint. I try to lift the broken spirit. Lifting the spirit to the winds. Letting the spirit fly free and I bury the broken deeper into unknown depths of our love.
It is a deep cleansing and as I step away from the relationship- I wish her the best. For now, I am focusing on school and work. Finish a degree that has been sitting far too long. Thank you.
Yes you are. Crying can be so
Yes you are. Crying can be so cleansing.
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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. "
Yes, crying is.
It is a deep cleansing and as I step away from the relationship- I wish her the best. For now, I am focusing on school and work. Finish a degree that has been sitting far too long. Thank you.
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.
Bravo!! Good for you!
Bravo!! Good for you!
...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. "