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Can You Tell Me?
That everything will connect in a terrific splendor
Wires plugged into the outlet that is my Cardiac muscle
Pumping the red juices to your own in a morbid attachment
Becoming an alternate way to live.
Tell me that the truth is exactly what it seems
And not twisted into such words that are the opposite reality
Let me know the mirror is not the truth and you are
The candle to my inviting flame.
Undeniably so there is a cruel throb in my chest when
When I think of your voice and listen to your words
The possibility of listening for hours on end without stopping
A truth that you may find unnerving.
Now and once more I will ask
The question that I once feared to utter
The dreaded one that would smite me where I stand
"Do you love me?"
Wires plugged into the outlet that is my Cardiac muscle
Pumping the red juices to your own in a morbid attachment
Becoming an alternate way to live.
Tell me that the truth is exactly what it seems
And not twisted into such words that are the opposite reality
Let me know the mirror is not the truth and you are
The candle to my inviting flame.
Undeniably so there is a cruel throb in my chest when
When I think of your voice and listen to your words
The possibility of listening for hours on end without stopping
A truth that you may find unnerving.
Now and once more I will ask
The question that I once feared to utter
The dreaded one that would smite me where I stand
"Do you love me?"
Published 19th Dec 2011
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19th Dec 2011 10:59am
Great write. Just wanting to know the truth of being one with each other without using a plethora of superfluous words. As always you are able to paint a wall of vivid colors. I almost ready to spill my guts.
20th Dec 2011 1:11am
23rd Dec 2011 5:23pm
Pictures and words really emotional. A new and fresh way to express about love. Just for a change.
While there are eyes that reflect
others eyes watching them
while sighing lips meet
lips that sigh
and two souls can feel
confused in a kiss
until there will be a woman
There will be poetry
(Gustavo Adolfo Bequer)
While there are eyes that reflect
others eyes watching them
while sighing lips meet
lips that sigh
and two souls can feel
confused in a kiss
until there will be a woman
There will be poetry
(Gustavo Adolfo Bequer)
