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Kind of
Before I please you
I kind of cry
and then, when you are pleased,
I kind of die
waiting for the next time
you’ll need to use my tears
for you to breath,
for me to stop breathing.
That’s how it feels
to love the dead
even when he is kind of alive,
like a head, cut off, from the voice and up
like a body, cut off, from the heart and up.
like a soul, cut off, from the feelings and up.
Kind of burning a wild-wood
that doesn’t have a land underneath its roots.
Published 2nd Jan 2017
| Edited 3rd Jan 2017
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2nd Jan 2017 4:50pm
Artemios, this is so painful yet so brilliant!
I don't even have the right words to describe how it made me feel...
Read it a few times and will read it some more...
I don't even have the right words to describe how it made me feel...
Read it a few times and will read it some more...
3rd Jan 2017 9:05pm
Thank you so much dear Duende!
Happy it created feelings inside you. Feelings are more important than words :)
Thank you for the RL. I feel honored!
Happy it created feelings inside you. Feelings are more important than words :)
Thank you for the RL. I feel honored!
3rd Jan 2017 2:07pm
Such tormented love you've described here, Artemios. Beautifully written, heartbreaking to read.
Willow
Willow
3rd Jan 2017 9:07pm
Thank you dear Willow!
Feel honored. You always make my words feel special :)
Feel honored. You always make my words feel special :)
