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was
on the evening
of the harvest moon
neurotic tensions
whirling
everything just
stirring  
dreams as visions
come without sleep
and i fall deep
into a cesspool of
cerebration
and the grisly truth
that accompanies
thankful that only
the coyotes may hear
the loud cries
of a broken woman
I remember
waking up with your blue eyes
staring at me,
an endless ocean of love
I didn’t quite grasp.
Every time you came close,
I couldn’t help
but drown in uncertainty
until those eyes were weathered
by my constant storms.
Wading through a sea of souls,
I often wonder if I will ever
stop seeking those blue eyes.
Dreaming of you throughout the day,
Meeting your smile in every rainbow,
Looking at pics of you last May,
Catching your voice in each echo,
Watching the news of where you live,
Searching for you after you leave,
Behind each word, each poem,
Was it you ? And the message you chose,
Where I read Je t'aime
Maybe you mean someone close?
Counting in years,
Before our paths meet again,
Because you know
Against time I never complain.
And of course, my heart,
Oh for you never stops to beat and hurt.
So, Darling, please
You tell me... if this is not Love,
What it is.*

<3
Definitely somewhere between longing and slavery...
If I make no noise,
am I really alive?
Do I exist
if you can't hear me?
Apparently...
I don't
because if I don't speak first,
I'm not allowed to speak at all
but I have a right to.
No one cares about that though.
They  see right through me,
like you probably do.
I am silence.
I make not a sound
and because I am silence,
I do not matter to you
and I am invisible.
Life is just a game*
You are only known by other's through your character's name

The way it will go
Will depend on how much you'll know

So maybe we should all try to understand the lessons
Use it for good and uncover life's real reasons
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