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Would I even know?
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Would I even know? |
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Eirian Member
since 2009-04-13
Posts 70 |
Your lips move, as your lies Fall like rain on my parched tongue, I swallow and lay back as Each word is practically sung. Your eyes are locked onto me Yet I can’t see your soul I fidget with the hem of my skirt As I fight to keep control. The void inside has reopened The wound is ripped and raw My eyes are constantly darting Between you and the bedroom door Part of me believes you And drinks your words like wine The other part is shattered, It was you who committed this crime I grip your hands too tightly The only thing that betrays my pain My heart is leaping in my chest As my cheeks, they burn with shame Indecision has me now Do I stay or do I go? And if it happens all over again Would I even know? |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"I grip your hands too tightly The only thing that betrays my pain" I felt your words~~ M |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Very stark work here, Eirian. I feel the incipient tragedy in this piece, but realise the relentless inevitability of what is happening. Heavy art. Namaste, and Peace Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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shalisadefa Member
since 2009-08-13
Posts 114 |
Looks like you and I are in the same realm at this point in life. 'strumming' my pain with your words |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
That does sound rather traumatic dear Eirian but put it down to experience and gain from it. you will be wiser next time. I wish you luck. Take care and a big hug. Lindsay |
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