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Why Cant You See

My sweet dark angle why can you not see my face. I stand befor you my words unmask me yet you question who am I? Madness can eat away at that which appears same. In the arms of another you choose to confide. Was he that which you thought I could not be? Blind you are blind for I stand in plain sight yet still you cannot see. I knew of him befor you ever said. A taken man cant ever truley share his heart only his bed. Cruel are the ways of lovers bitter turn the ways of passion. For the fires flame can so quickly consume. Playing with a fools heart tossing like a childs toy across the room. You are the dagger within my side. I the willing victim for it was within your darkness i did confide. With every kiss I taste blood apon my lip. Your eyes refflect innocence . But the illusion of love is broken with the pain brought like the lash of a whip. There is much agony in love. Hates resides in passion. My mask no longer exists. Is it outta of ignorance or fear that causes you not to see?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/19/2009 1:42:00 PM
The bitterness of one betrayed comes through clearly in your words, Clive. Indeed, "There is much agony in love." It can be the greatest source of both happiness and despair. When reading "Hate resides in passion," I could not help but be reminded when as a little girl my big sister asked me, "What is passion?" I responded, "Suffering." She laughed and said that although it is often used to refer to love, passion can truly evoke suffering. Thought-provoking poem! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 10/19/2009 7:51:00 AM
Beautiful. And from experience I would guess? Beautiful, and true nonetheless. Keep up the good work.
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