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Ruth Fatzinger Poem
My motives are transperant
much like the clear liquor running down my thoart
Preparing on it's journey to burn my liver.
While I'm preparing to end this.
I watch you from across the room
and I imagine your movements when we're over
Will you yell?
Or simply shut the door behind me,
forgetting everything we had and I've thrown away.
My glazed over eyes meet with yours.
I wonder If you know it's over, like I do.
I'm all twisted up in your hug
just trying to fight habits.
I'm trying to fight any emotion thats flowing.
If I don't feel any of it,
maybe you won't either.
But, It's never that easy is it?
Because we're both feeling it
and feeling it hard.
Copyright © Ruth Fatzinger | Year Posted 2007
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I think we're out of time.
I guess I won't cry
my eyes still feel dry
You're not fighting it.
Our ten rounds must be up.
But, when the gloves were off,
we spoke the truth.
beared it all, but never saw it through.
My mind still floats
between relief and regret on this subject.
We both took our low blows,
and stepped out of the rink,
only to jump back it.
Copyright © Ruth Fatzinger | Year Posted 2007
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All across this starlit sky,
I dreamed a dream for me to die.
With your hand you touched my face,
I know that you're my saving grace.
And as we dance around the sun,
I know this love has just begun.
Spinning faster, falling hard,
All across this starlit yard.
Copyright © Ruth Fatzinger | Year Posted 2007
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