~ (~) ~ " ... Jaime Addicted ... " ~ (~) ~
~ (~) I believe now... am being-shown; "The plague of the heart is the-very... buried-yes-the-very-
truth/proof of hate's indifference, blind tendentiousness keeping it well pruned; feeding its
root." (~) ~
~ (~) The eyes spilling over opening up the gateway-lips murmuring their passion, the heart
the guide knows the higher the mountain, longer is the journey to own peace with a soul full,
filled of denial; yes greater is the struggle home. (~) ~
~ (~) Grace the compass, faith-hope-the-weight of the truth fixating forevermore the
pointer... . (~) ~
~ (~) Love the emotion, time the honest jester ultimate, relevant are they, their fledgling
desire leading the weary soul moreover into their own, overt their joy skipping elated... . (~)
~
~ (~) Jaime, addicted;
robbing stealing-from no-one only; ultimately from-her self... running, funning around
throwing her very life away...
beauty the word could never do her justice, running that same game every day, and-night... .
(~) ~
~ (~) It was the sixth day already of no sleep-for her when I met her, found her. (~) ~
~ (~) So often a different Bo moneys good-sometimes real good, running that same old
trick... . (~) ~
~ (~) So is the crack I hope for her sake her child's... her husband's heart; probably aching,
because I believe he's still honest enough to treat her nice. (~) ~
~ (~) For just over three-hundred dollars I allowed-her to-take-me-too...
and sadly, you know the-next time-you can bet-she won't be-open either, and that her
shame-compounded; left-alone within-her it-won't save her... because-she doesn't know...
quietly... her-tears have-been buried-their scars-have all but-grown-over... . (~) ~
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010
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