My blood thickens when I hear your voice
Each pulse startles me
How can you stand in front of me and not know
Not feel my breath quicken
I can't hate you,
It takes too much effort.
The thin line I crossed ages ago faded
I'm still here,
And you're still there,
Touch me.
Nothing has felt more real then this,
Not even you.
I'd like to say I know how you feel,
But I don't
Can you tell when someone forgets about you?
Can you feel it when your name falls flat on their lips?
You tell me.
Something was missing,
But don't flatter yourself
It's not you, it's me.
I found what I was looking for
And it didn't have a thing to do with you
Not a thing
Tell me how it feels
To know I'd rather fight against you then fight for you
All the indifference doesn't sting like it used to
It can't.
Have you ever felt freedom?
Your thoughts and your heart and your mind
Sit, rest,
You were over before you began.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful Write
I was captivated by the imagery that came to mind while reading this. It was a very interesting write. : ) Well Done.
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Ms Liquid, I swear you belong to another time. I can see you strolling the grounds bare foot and topless, at a sixties rock concert for the flower people. Perhaps I'm just looking too hard or the wrong way. Still you are a wonderful poet, no one can take that from you, except yourself. ----- Thank you.
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