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I am loved
The object of passion’s desire
But the only witness
To what’s left after the fire

This contradiction makes me author
Of an inconvenient life
That compromises peace
And bruises paradise

Conversations linger, forever incomplete
Portrayals of the future fade

Stand in the spotlight
Words drifting into dark
Knowing they may never find a tender heart

Sit in the dark of the unknown
Watch the show roll on
Pretend your not alone
Solitude is not always a monster

But true, there’s no solace in soliloquy
The sound falls heavy
To dim the flame within me

Everything about a presence
Collapses in its absence
Everything priceless and free

Time to count the cost of
The willing suspension of disbelief

from Chanteuse
December 19, 2011



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