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Here we are, back again
It's the same but somehow so different
I hear your voice
it's in my head
and then there's this hardening of soft tissue
then silence.
All I asked of you then
was to please not abandon.
All the things
we said we'd do
we did and then .... "the end"...
Now I stand here all on my own
The weeds in my mind are overgrown
No sunlight
no cool breeze
no song in my ears to comfort me
My feet planted firmly where no more love can grow
and all you gave me to remember you
was this heart of stone....
All your words, felt so true
Nothing in the word could "us" undo
I still hear them
They're echoing
but carry with them also everything
All those times I thought you'd run
You held your ground
we found the sun
Now you're gone and here I am
a shadow fading
dancing it's last dance
look quickly before it's over...
Now I stand here all on my own
The weeds in my mind are overgrown
No sunlight
no cool breeze
no song in my ears to comfort me
My feet planted firmly where no more love can grow
and all you gave me to remember you
was this heart of stone....
This isn't so much a blog entry as it's just something that's been running through my head for a while. I keep FuBar separate from most of the people I deal with in everyday life, so it's a good place to do this without them running back to me to ask "what's wrong" or "what's it about"....
Luckily, I can censor comments before they show up so anyone feeling the need to be snarky for no reason will be ignored.
an innocent hello
a note I heard in a song once
forgotten but familiar
I couldn't stop humming the tune
He told me I was beautiful
I told him he was insane
an ember sparked early in the morning
it quickly caught aflame
a warmth now wrapped around me
it felt comfortable
did I know this from a past life
or was it just so right
no one could tell
neither of us cared
but we let it burn brighter still
Do we touch this fire
or simply dance around it
we wave from either side of it
our voices carry across the crackle of dry sticks
that now turn to roaring flames
growing higher we decide to simply meet in the middle
His fear
My fear
a kiss will be the answer or the death of us
and now
our lips parted
the flame seems to die
leaving only ashes to be carried away on winds of memory
to secret places no one sees
no one talks of
but no one forgets.
