We gave away our sanctity when all we sought was gold
We spent our dreams on living for the thought of growing old
We gave it all away when we had nothing else to hold
And now we miss it more than any fable ever told
We cast aside the secrets that kept secrets safe from harm
We watched, as though we listened, every whisper waste its calm
We took and then we gave away what little we could charm
And, slowly, we might start to fade, too fragile to alarm
I watched it turn to nothing while you cleared the time of day
You stole from me the words that I was far too weak to say
They laughed as though it all went well and smiled their lives away
We thought we were too perfect not to always be okay
A vision clouded painfully to mock a sordid stare
But, if we turn, we can not see with nothing to compare
And so, just as with memory, we stab the will to dare
Not knowing why we’ll never feel the passion that we share
My fate (and so my destiny) betrayed by what we saw
We witnessed, through our vanity, what we could not adore
Our worlds beside each other with a sun rise to explore
Ignored and then neglected by not knowing what it’s for
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were to perfect > too
There's a few rhyme breaks here and there that hurt it some, but all in all it's a good read...sorta sad.
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Hurt it some, emphasis, whatever.
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The best to you and yours as well. The hurt it some was not as tragic as the reading itself, so it survived well. Sometimes flawless delivery hurts a poem more than the stumble that happens in the course of reading...I think of it as a device, and change something sometimes intentionally just to make the reader trip, stop, and go back...it's probably wrong to do, and the reader can't tell when it's intentional or not, but it works most of the time.
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