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Uncertainty is Hell DefinedUncertainty is Hell DefinedUncertainty is Hell Defined
“I’m sorry you have been through hell, that was never my wish.” Those words haunt me because they leave so much unspoken; so true to form for you, deep thinker leaving so much for me to read between the lines.
“That was never my wish.” The fact that you speak in wishes says so much to my soul, my intuition. The fact that you say it was never your wish leaves unspoken that you had a wish to cling to; I can’t help the echoing in my mind just what was the wish you dreamt of.
Yes I have been, and still am, goi
by ~TigerWater
A Vision of a KissA Vision of a KissA Vision of a Kiss
I imagine the thought of you calling me up on the phone... How my heart lifts at the sound of your voice and then crashes as the last couple of months comes rushing back at me and I go silent and I hear the slight tremor in your voice as you say, “Hi, it’s me. How are you?”
As my mind races for just the right words to say I hear my lips mutter out beneath my breath, “Fine.” Nothing more... I know not what to say. Sensing my distance, you with false bravado say, “Hey, I’m in town and I was wondering if you would like t
by ~TigerWater
Nothing More Than Dreams of YoNothing More Than Dreams of YouNothing More Than Dreams of Yo
Why is that some days are so much harder than others to get through... without you? It seems I can get through a few days relatively easily, with few tears shed over you, but then a day like today hits me – I just can’t seem to get through. maybe it is because, all of last night, I dreamt of you.
Visions of you dance through my head like visions of sugar plums in dreams of children of yore; your sweet face wreathed with your curls and a halo of soft lights about your face the softness in your eyes when you look at me and the s
by ~TigerWater
Take Care of Yourself.. For MeTake Care of Yourself... For MeTake Care of Yourself.. For Me
Oh, I feel so betrayed, the ache in my soul keeps me from letting go and moving on without you though I know I must; however, I am frozen in time. I see all too clearly in my mind’s eye the look on your face as you walked away and still feel the tenderness of you holding me and the softness of your skin as we nuzzled and the gentle, firmness of your mouth on my neck.
The stark contrast of this with the way you are now is, partly, why my mind can’t accept this; I waver not knowing which role you played is the actor and which is
by ~TigerWater
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Mixed signalsHe stares at the screen And holds back a single tearMixed signals
Watching his fingers type the words He cant even imagine
"Its over" Dont go
"I dont ever want to see you again" Please fight for us
"Go away" Never let me go
Fingers typing words he never wanted to say Hands pushing her so far away Lashing out everytime she tries to pull him close
Reacting like a cornered animal Wanting her so badly but unable to say so
"You never meant anything" I love you
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So SaidIt was curving, a jaded unfurling of white wings tarnished at the edges. He said he would never tire of flying, she said she would always love to feel the wind so. It was buoyant, she said. It was gorgeous, how it caught up underneath.So Said
And they fly as though they are lost, as though the world is disintegrating below. A touch of hands; a curl of fingers together and laced.
Don’t lock me down, she said. Don’t lock me down,
don’t lock me down to anything but you.
She closes her eyes on the street-corner, as the light turns, whispers sweet words of
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Dark hair on white skin, and the eyes of a dark storm. Wake up when the red bird sings...
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Dark hair on white skin, and the eyes of a dark storm. Wake up when the red bird sings...
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A rose for my beautiful mate
I'll be slowly sifting through your poetry, I'll probably be horrible slow at it.
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