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Lyric #18 from the Poetically Expressed I. From what I've tasted of desire and what I've nearly cared to hold, it seems as if Love's burning fire starts with a flicker in the soul. It grows and strengthens over time until at last becomes much more than pettier sub-sequential finds inside the mind. However, the core burns away with every laugh Yea!, even every cry-- never ceasing until at last, it finally says goodbye. II. Are goodbye's really forever? How cunning and how clever! I was once told to never say never... yet one word deifies that? Whatever! III. From what I've tasted of desire I'm certain that I could've went Without you and the whole attire of thinking you were Heaven-sent. From what I've tasted of Regret I'm sure that I wont die from this never obtaining what I know I should get or feeling empty when we kiss. LOVE. What does the word even mean? Forever? Hope? Just some luck? From what I've tasted, it only seems the word is used by you, to f*** with more feeling from your chosen prey "I love you," yeah, that's what you say. Yet, what you feel tonight, today wont mean a thing when it's yesterday. To think: I tried with all I had to take enough but not more than I give-- to make your life a little less bad but I should've been insensitive just like you. If I were a man and you were the man I chose to bless, I wouldn't take time to understand-- I'd leave you in a broken mess! That's exactly what you've done to me and now my heart has returned to stone. You say you just want me to be happy? I'd be happier if you just left me alone. Just tell me that you don't love me-- tell me that you don't want this, speak of how you'll rise above me and then not even remember my kiss. I know that I can do much better and I'm really just hurting myself. I'll take the blame in the end for whatever but right now I'm ashamed because I need your help. You--the Washing Machine--the Jerk-- The man that somehow stole my heart-- Are only capable of producing hurt but I'll be damned if you tear my world apart! IV. As this is the monologue of my life, I write to live, yet live to write-- to give justice to my weary mind that tosses restlessly throughout the night As twilight begins and the dust settles against soft silks and rose petals and covers the world in a blanket of black, I feel my heart rattle like rusted metal. I've failed at all my life's esteems. I write the wrong, as it seems.. but wrong the right, unfortunately and rest my soul on broken dreams. I cannot tell of how i became more or less the target than the aim. Its confusing and consuming me for I grow tired of this game. The pain finds refuge in my hand for although I know I can withstand the blows, I know I cannot speak my mind; I write to help those understand why I am the way I've come to be-- A mere silhouette of the true me-- Beaten and broken forever more Alas! I'll never be free. As this is the monologue to my life, I hope one day will end my night and I'll no longer have to be fighting it-- I'll speak my mind instead of writing it. V. The man took a journey inside her mind and stumbled across things he never wanted to find like Regret, Lost love, and Broken dreams and wondered if it truly was what it seemed. Had he, himself caused all of this? Inside her mind, he saw that a kiss did not produce any amount of bliss and he vowed to never again touch her lips. She too, journeyed inside his thoughts but saw her hesitation was for naught. For the very first time, she saw something true-- No lies when he said,"I love you." yet when she had a second look and assessed the things that he had took from her mind, that is when she knew those wonderful thoughts in his head were through and were replaced by resent and mistrust she didn't know she could cause this much apathy, indignance, and the such-- he NEVER again would crave her touch... and so, the man walked away forever without letting her explain or make things better, without understanding that the things he saw were emotions that a man in her past had caused. -date finished unknown, Poetiqxpressionz Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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