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When we are close
The ground lights on fire
When we are far
The ground covers in ice
If you are too far
I freeze
if you are too close
I burn
a sweeping overload of emotion
that takes me and chains
my ankles and wrists the ground
and takes my soul from me
the emotion is spilling.
You speak in your writing
spreading hate through those very words
killing hope with comments
and making poetry your foe

You put out the flame of love
within your icy words
created here on this public site
for all to see, but only some will know
and cherish the we say and flow
across the page in sweeps of meaning

Even few words hold more meaning
than the meaning of meaning, you say you know

Stop making her life a hell to be in
and start making a compassionate place to write in
we luv ya bryn don't get upset at a few stupid hate comments :)l
in the inner self absorbed world that is mine
someone comes along.
says something
or does something
and the army comes
and fights till the someone is dead
then the army leaves
and.
and.
and then?
i guess it happens all over again.
Glimpse of hope
Through those washed eyes,
As I envisage us surfing
The roughest of tides,
A million waves crash,
Heavily into my chest,
Because I'm afraid
I'll drown in a sea
Of emotion because
You're the ocean,
And I'm just a stone.
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