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Spell
Empty bed, cold sheets...the curtains of my loneliness.
To encase the memories between my lips and kiss them goodnight and farewell.
I am under your spell,
your shadow; embarking on a journey with you without the operative word of “mine”
Visibility is clearer, but the soles of my feet and the rivets of my soul are hopeless.
Breaking to the sound of my muse in a witches ear.
You are under her spell,
her prisoner;
embarking on paths to nowhere with the operative word being “used”
Visibility is faded, the orbit of her laugh and gleam in her eyes tools of infection.
Feeding she does on the tongues of your compassion.
You are attention, a momentary flavor before the next.
She is full of bullshit and lies,
beauty of skin and knife;
Embarking on a path that she knows to be yours and mine, with the operative word being “take”
Visibility is brittle, wanting to know she can.
Travel she will between him and you and always the lies they will rot.
You are a target for her mockery of what she lives without.
She is the cold stone of winters that stay relentless and furious,
always hurting and bruising in her need for redemption.
Embark we three two in hand,
one in the shadows watching,
waiting for him to fall to his knees with the operative word being “fleet”
Visibility is timeless and aching from my side of things.
To encase the memories between my lips and kiss them goodnight and farewell.
I am under your spell,
your shadow; embarking on a journey with you without the operative word of “mine”
Visibility is clearer, but the soles of my feet and the rivets of my soul are hopeless.
Breaking to the sound of my muse in a witches ear.
You are under her spell,
her prisoner;
embarking on paths to nowhere with the operative word being “used”
Visibility is faded, the orbit of her laugh and gleam in her eyes tools of infection.
Feeding she does on the tongues of your compassion.
You are attention, a momentary flavor before the next.
She is full of bullshit and lies,
beauty of skin and knife;
Embarking on a path that she knows to be yours and mine, with the operative word being “take”
Visibility is brittle, wanting to know she can.
Travel she will between him and you and always the lies they will rot.
You are a target for her mockery of what she lives without.
She is the cold stone of winters that stay relentless and furious,
always hurting and bruising in her need for redemption.
Embark we three two in hand,
one in the shadows watching,
waiting for him to fall to his knees with the operative word being “fleet”
Visibility is timeless and aching from my side of things.
Published 25th Jan 2019
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25th Jan 2019 7:59am
Liked how you used the boild. To fall for someone does feel like a spell. One not easily broke. Great poem.
25th Jan 2019 8:09am
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- Edited 25th Nov 2023 11:45pm
25th Jan 2019 11:24am
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25th Jan 2019 7:01pm
Anonymous
- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
17th Apr 2019 8:10pm
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18th Apr 2019 6:22am
The message isn't always clear in my writes. Sometimes you will be made to really think and analyze. Thank you!
