It is a detrimental beauty,
a truth beneath the lie,
which makes love do the wrenching
and recipent to cry.
Had road been but the way:
well lit and pav'd smooth silver,
the chance that wind in windless tomb
would certainly be slimmer.
The fissure that divides us
would unravel at the seams
and wish would be a bested change:
our reality.
Please tell me what you think
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This reminds me of somebody else's writing, like a famous person, but I can't seem to place who...
I like this part:
"Had road been but the way:
well lit and pav'd smooth silver"
Damn I wish I could write like you sometimes. I swear, if you published a book I'd buy as many copies as I could afford. And then probably get you to autograph them and sell them on ebay. Hahaha but I'd still keep a couple for myself.
Love your poetry babe. So mysterious, yet so elegant.
Carrie
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