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I sit and wonder as we,
me and you, start to work.
Weaving another tapestry
of regrets and ends.
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Another sullied moment,
and we're left to catch our breath.
So busy looking backwards,
we don't see what we forget.
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Weaving all the lies,
and moments etched in pain.
We don't realize
we're all that's to blame.
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And when we do we add a string,
this one soaked in guilt.
And again together we bring,
bobbing in and out, such filth.
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And it grows and lengthens,
with many colors and threads.
Each one some moment
when we lost our heads.
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Its a tapastry of pain,
soaked in our tears.
Like poetry writ in blood,
it lasted through the years.
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And even now we continue,
like we don't care at all.
While it sits quietly,
hanging on our wall.
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But in the next room,
lo and behold!
Lies another tapastry,
tired and old.
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This one is our joy,
our happy moments stored.
And even though its small
its still more than we could afford.
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So we continure to weave,
our pain and every doupt.
Because in the next room we know,
is something we can't live without.
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A lifetime sewn togerher,
just like your smile.
-
I sit and wonder as we,
me and you, start to work.
Weaving another tapestry
of regrets and ends.
-
Another sullied moment,
and we're left to catch our breath.
So busy looking backwards,
we don't see what we forget.
-
Weaving all the lies,
and moments etched in pain.
We don't realize
we're all that's to blame.
-
And when we do we add a string,
this one soaked in guilt.
And again together we bring,
bobbing in and out, such filth.
-
And it grows and lengthens,
with many colors and threads.
Each one some moment
when we lost our heads.
-
Its a tapastry of pain,
soaked in our tears.
Like poetry writ in blood,
it lasted through the years.
-
And even now we continue,
like we don't care at all.
While it sits quietly,
hanging on our wall.
-
But in the next room,
lo and behold!
Lies another tapastry,
tired and old.
-
This one is our joy,
our happy moments stored.
And even though its small
its still more than we could afford.
-
So we continure to weave,
our pain and every doupt.
Because in the next room we know,
is something we can't live without.
-
A lifetime sewn togerher,
just like your smile.
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Author notes
I know it sounds kinda odd, but this actually has nothing to do with romantic love. This is just life and the people closest to me and how our lives are personified by a tapastry.
It's an odd idea, I know, but I think it turned out nice.
What do you think?
Comments
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You did a great job writting this piece. Like I said before, "The world doth weave its own tapastry." This was made up by me. I think its pretty good. Keep up the good writes. Josh


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Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.

jan
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Stunning!
Wow. Honestly Jan, the poetry I've read from you lately simply blows me away! It's so, so amazing. I'm speechless, and jealous! Gimme some of that talent, and inspiration. <3 Love yas!

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Psha! I have to go around and find inspiration... I'm just a little better.
But I've been doing this for a while... so I better get a little better!
You're stuff is improving toos ya'know, its just harder to tell cause you write about heart ache so much.
Whish is sad since you write about your life... Thankies for the comment and applause!
jan
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no dear heart it does not sound odd...it is a fantastic poem! check for typos on a couple of words but other than that everything about it works perfectly. very well done!


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Thank you, I'm glad you think so. I was afraid it'd be a weird representation.
jan
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