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Love's Door Barred
What Is This Dark Symphony , This Macabre Cacophony
A Conspiracy Of Asymmetry Incompatibility Insensitivity
This Winding Wounded Whorling Road Of Our Relationship
What Are These Words That Rise From Depths To Part Our Lips
Verbal Blades Never Left Unsaid Our Tongues Like Sharp Razors
What Is This Behavior When Did We Earn Each Other's Disfavor
When Did A Cold Shoulder Become Much Bolder Than Forgiveness
A Serpent's Hiss Give Us More Bliss Than Our Last Goodnight Kiss
When Did This Become A Hell Pray Word Play In A Bard's Graveyard
With Hearts In Thorn Chains Nothing Remains But Love's Door Barred
A Conspiracy Of Asymmetry Incompatibility Insensitivity
This Winding Wounded Whorling Road Of Our Relationship
What Are These Words That Rise From Depths To Part Our Lips
Verbal Blades Never Left Unsaid Our Tongues Like Sharp Razors
What Is This Behavior When Did We Earn Each Other's Disfavor
When Did A Cold Shoulder Become Much Bolder Than Forgiveness
A Serpent's Hiss Give Us More Bliss Than Our Last Goodnight Kiss
When Did This Become A Hell Pray Word Play In A Bard's Graveyard
With Hearts In Thorn Chains Nothing Remains But Love's Door Barred
Published 27th Jul 2018
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27th Jul 2018 2:29am
27th Jul 2018 4:20am
*bows*
Thank You , Babajava !
The art of relationship , with our own self ,
let alone any two or more individuals is an
art , most assuredly not easily mastered ;
When it is two individuals , the pressure can
be intense after the original beautiful beginning ;
Our inner worlds are so complex , and when those
are joined , the resulting difficulties can be exponential ;
As can the positive possibilities , yet when those are
frustrated , or not realized , worlds can clash and crumble ;
This poem was that type of memory for me...
Hearts Broken Have A Hard Time Playing With Each Other
Anymore , And The Garden To Our Mutual Enjoyment And
Ecstasy is Locked Tight , To Our Great Detriment !
I am glad it touched you through my words !
Thank You , Babajava !
The art of relationship , with our own self ,
let alone any two or more individuals is an
art , most assuredly not easily mastered ;
When it is two individuals , the pressure can
be intense after the original beautiful beginning ;
Our inner worlds are so complex , and when those
are joined , the resulting difficulties can be exponential ;
As can the positive possibilities , yet when those are
frustrated , or not realized , worlds can clash and crumble ;
This poem was that type of memory for me...
Hearts Broken Have A Hard Time Playing With Each Other
Anymore , And The Garden To Our Mutual Enjoyment And
Ecstasy is Locked Tight , To Our Great Detriment !
I am glad it touched you through my words !
27th Jul 2018 6:34am
27th Jul 2018 7:36am
Thank You , Walters !
Nice to see a new "face" in the thread...;)
I tend to be rather deep , in most of my work ,
if not extremely multi layered !
Nice to see a new "face" in the thread...;)
I tend to be rather deep , in most of my work ,
if not extremely multi layered !
Anonymous
27th Jul 2018 7:01am
Very heartfelt darling, Blackwolf! Beautifully written as always🤗
27th Jul 2018 7:42am
Thank you for your support and love , Mi'Lady Ally...
Your comments mean much to me !
Your comments mean much to me !
