Your cloudy eyes create salty rain
And your trembling lips; an earthquake of sorts
And my own facial landscape is a perfect match.
Our hearts are tornados wreaking havoc on our souls
This storm has held its self back far long enough I suppose.
We conclude our worst fear
And clothing finds its way into duffle bags
A minor touch here and there
That says neither of us want this.
A look that says please don’t go
(Or please don’t let me)
So much trial….
So much error
So much more effort
To not get what we deserve…
We've become far too exasperated.
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sometimes in our own efforts... we forget to see beyond what's right in front of our own faces...and in doing so we can't seem to understand what someone else is simple feeling.
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill
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this is THE best piece i think you have written. i can really feel the inside of your heart. every layer. I love you with all my heart sweety.
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good god, we really are all coming undone.
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"Our hearts are tornados wreaking havoc on our souls"
Really creative line. I love how it illustrates the torment and separates heart from soul, but brings them together, too.
And then the second stanza, neither party wants to leave, but still they go. It's really heart-breaking that way, when you know both sides are equally devastated.
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