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 Oct 2015 Aztec Warrior
Mikaila
I think of you always. You

Linger in me, like a melody, a heartbeat,
On and on... Oh what if I say it and you just
Vanish? And I am left here,
Empty... Oh, but what if

You don't? What if you are waiting too,
Openhearted but shy, cautious-
Unable to confess? Afraid, like me, to fall.
I am the broken wing,
The unsong unsung,
That the sky waits for,
In patient days untold,
The words unspoken
From the muted wren,
I am the shy seabird,
Unwinged, let, lamed,
Damaged by heavens,
Indifferent to earthlings,
When I saw lovely you,
Lone on purple heaths,
A bittern was mourning,
In the marshes within,
Me, my drowned heart,
Muffled in blasted wind.
Taken by conviction
Taken by belief
This is an admission
There is no relief

Till your will is pleased
Forget about bliss
Till yearning is ceased
Constant pursuit it is

Ever chasing
Never waiting
There's no pacing
Only moving

Till your will is pleased
Forget about bliss
Till yearning is ceased
Constant pursuit it is

When satisfaction comes
Rest still eludes you
For a new venture beckons
And the circle starts again
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