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 Sep 2019
Stained Glass
"̶I̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶p̶e̶n̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶r̶e̶w̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶,̶
̶I̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶r̶u̶b̶b̶e̶d̶ ̶u̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶
̶I̶ ̶h̶o̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶c̶r̶a̶f̶t̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶,̶
̶I̶ ̶f̶a̶i̶l̶e̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶m̶i̶c̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶m̶e̶n̶,̶ ̶
̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶l̶a̶n̶d̶s̶c̶a̶p̶e̶s̶
̶l̶a̶c̶e̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶t̶r̶e̶e̶s̶,̶ ̶
̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶m̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d̶r̶a̶w̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶e̶a̶s̶e̶
̶m̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶l̶o̶p̶p̶y̶ ̶
̶c̶o̶l̶o̶u̶r̶s̶ ̶w̶e̶a̶k̶
̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶e̶s̶s̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶g̶r̶e̶y̶e̶d̶,̶
̶l̶e̶f̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶c̶o̶m̶p̶l̶e̶t̶e̶.̶"̶
You were not respecting my boundaries
By attempting to rearrange them
So you could continue as you pleased.
 Sep 2019
Below
Love is a priceless gift
It cannot be bought or sold
But it's value is much more greater,
than a mountain of pure Gold.
For pure Gold is cold and lifeless,
it can neither see nor hear
and in the time of trouble,
it is powerless to cheer
It has no ears to listen,
no heart to be able to understand
It cannot bring you comfort
Or reach out a helping hand.
 Sep 2019
Stained Glass
.....not for what you understand."
 Sep 2019
Stained Glass
Some roses are black
Other roses are white
U argue with yourself
but you always lose the fight
 Sep 2019
BrokenPieces
It's not that you were perfect
I loved you so much
I welcomed you with all your flaws
I wanted both
The good
The bad
And everything in between
I was willing to love every crack in your heart
and cherish every scar on your skin
 Sep 2019
Jacob Reilly
Beauty, is not what is here...
it is what is lost.
 Sep 2019
Jacob Reilly
La vie est un bateau
Qui ne doit pas couler
Mais qui ne peut voler
Flottant sur l’eau

Sur une jolie toile
Il avance tranquillement
Grâce à la voile
Et au vent changeant

Mais parfois ça devient rugueux
Et l’équilibre devient instable
Et les vagues sont grandes
Et le bateau ne peut pas supporter la tempête

Il s’enfonce profondément,
Plus profond, encore plus
Et au fond
Le bateau est oublié

Mais pourquoi ? Pourquoi le bateau a-t-il été oublié ?
Parce qu’il n’y avait personne qui l’attendait.
Il a erré dans le monde
À la recherche de quelqu’un qui l’accepterait

Personne ne l’a vu pour qui il était
Mais c’est ainsi que la vie est parfois
Et ainsi, à jamais le bateau doit reposer
Sur le fond de l’océan.
 Sep 2019
Jacob Reilly
Heart of glass... slipped and shattered.
 Sep 2019
Tony Tweedy
If I give you one more chance to lie to me,
would you tell me you love me one last time,
maybe then I could lie to me too,
and have something to believe and dream once more?
Do you hold those memories?.... regrets?
What hurts more?... the lies or the loss of what you thought you had?
 Sep 2019
Tony Tweedy
Throughout my life I have made a study of the human soul.
I have found there to be broadly 26 categories and accordingly have labelled them alphabetically.... "A" souls, "B" souls, "C" souls... and so on. Each type having their own characteristics.
Unsurprisingly the 18th group is the largest.
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