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Snow-drifts
as time
along a fifty mile strip
of cracking tar rubbed raw by the constancy
of speeding cars roaring past this crumbling city,
indifferent to the frost matted fields
or the give and take of December lovers
walking hand in hand up High Street.
Work shifts
along
as long as they've ever been
and we talk less now,
now that she's busier
our weekdays waste by
and I'm awake, always
trying to sleep all the time.
My life is wound tight in a stress-cord
I don't want to unwind,
I live once, burn strong,
and then I die;
Don't lesson the experience.
So indulge.
Swift dips
in her form cut
along, like a razor
my lust has lost control, revel in the nature
of the smooth slips of skin between plaid fabric
tracing her hips and tasting her depravity
it begs as much as beckons to give to the insanity
to indulge in the heat, the passion, the intimacy
of her pressed close to a heaving chest, proud
with the lunacy, of effort and reward,
the consillience of the moment
hinged on the edge of each other
those things will come less and less
in life and that's a fleeting truth
to dwell on,
so everyone always chooses
the lesser path
the one that leads to nothing
time is longer lived together,
time is longer spent always loving every moment
in between the things that wear us thin.
Loneliness is the cold fire
that ignites at the core of my everything
it moves my world, my feet, and my focus
from you to the wrath of the locusts that
plague my every waking moment in this place
I hate that I'm so far away
from everything that matters.
I hate that I'm so far away
from where I want to be.
Form:
pain has no color scent or taste
but pain like this is simply called hate
hate is so shallow too commonly used
kinda like my heart after you were through
thats why i dont use that word
it helps me keep control
to veer away from getting burnt
too late for part of my soul
if hate is death, why didnt you die
if hate is a blade, pull it out of my side
since hate isnt real then you have no feelings
well now that youve seen, ill start revealing
you never loved me.only pleasing yourself
never meant to be. you were only looking for help
well i offered my hand and you just turned away
i asked you what you needed you said "just a day"
nothing to do with me
denying there was ever love
i know youll always know
that i was more than enough
so hate i can not use
it hurts me more than you
my status quot wont change
ill love you anyway
ill be the mountain
and you can be the wind
you know the old phrase
cause youre trapped in familiar sin
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