Take the time to notice the
creases and curves upon the face
of one whom is entombed with a passion
for the joy and love of the world. Open
your bleeding eyes and wipe
away their sorrow. Remove your hands
from the barrel and release your grip
from the trigger. And as you set
down
and walk away from your
death,
peer into the soul of this
blue-eyed menace who dismembered
and overlooked your hemorrhaging heart.
Do you see it yet?
Do you see the pain and agony
that has been engrained
upon this lingering façade?
Step beyond the smile
that has been stretched to mask
the ache that she feels. And yes,
beneath the warm and gentle
rush you will find yourself
sinking through the rubble and the remains
of a broken heart.
Author notes
Mmm. These are my first thoughts. I wrote them down perhaps like a week ago and then tossed it aside because I was very upset. And then someone wanted to read something new, so I promised Him I would not alter the peice until He read it. So here it is. For Him and all you to read. Enjoy... And go ahead and critique it all you want. 
No hard feelings
Written November 6th, 2005
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Comments
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Very good.
I like this one. Rather depressing but it brings you back to reality in a way. People try to hide their feelings too much and that frustrates me. Most people don't bother to look beneath the surface of people's faces.
I really like it.
--Connor -
I like it. plan and simple. I do think it ended too soon though. I want more!
I love the words you use those: hemorrhaging...nice.
I exspecielly love the first two lines. They just ring so true. and just because i feel shareing here's why:
This wonder, beautiful, angel who entered my life with ease just as easily seemed to of walked out of my life (for now, and hoppfully not for ever either), and left me to ponder the gifts we shared, the innsight, the beauty we each born within ourselves that we never actknowledge we held up so we could see. But i never realized my love. Never understood I could be loved. Never considered the obsticle that I was battleing with. Now sitting, thinking back upon us I see, and I took the time to notice "creases and curves" and feeling the "passion
for the joy and love of the world." and realize he brought that into my life.
And now all i can do is stare stunded, shocked at my ephipany that has open my 'eyes' my heart to a deeper thought, and I'm realizing i must throw down that binding sorrow and soar with love into him.
Beautiful piece, beautiful.
SB
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