The Black & White Poet
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recovery
a déjà vu of those words that once mutilated my assurance
now leaving broken pieces of faith pushing through my tear ducts
like glass
in panic, catching breath, bygones begin to play fast in my mind,
as if I were dying
the grave tender appeared and flashed a smile
and the uncertainty of who held what weapon caused
unnecessary pain
I didn't know such drama could enrapture me – still
but then again, love is powerful
the assumptions of my strength failed me, and they
were unfortunately displayed for you to unveil
after much torture,
we made everything disappear in a flash
and decided to lie to ourselves that such an affair never existed
right now, each morning,
I rise with the unforgettable worriment that
drug our hearts to hell
these pains, they say, make us grow stronger
when really, deadly butterflies refuse to die
dayna elizabeth 6/2/10 dirtangel poetry ©
now leaving broken pieces of faith pushing through my tear ducts
like glass
in panic, catching breath, bygones begin to play fast in my mind,
as if I were dying
the grave tender appeared and flashed a smile
and the uncertainty of who held what weapon caused
unnecessary pain
I didn't know such drama could enrapture me – still
but then again, love is powerful
the assumptions of my strength failed me, and they
were unfortunately displayed for you to unveil
after much torture,
we made everything disappear in a flash
and decided to lie to ourselves that such an affair never existed
right now, each morning,
I rise with the unforgettable worriment that
drug our hearts to hell
these pains, they say, make us grow stronger
when really, deadly butterflies refuse to die
dayna elizabeth 6/2/10 dirtangel poetry ©
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