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And in the end love has to be
more about what you really are
instead of what you really want

(l.p)
After trying to put into words how I feel about love I finally came to this conclusion - a conclusion I've never gotten to before. Might that be progress?
 Aug 2014 Jack Piatt
Janessa
What feels good, doesn't always feels right,
What feels right, doesn't always feels good.
 Aug 2014 Jack Piatt
Jack
Heart String Sorrows


Sadness plays my heart strings

With a bow of rosin’d guilt

Tear drops stain the notes upon the page



Sorrowed cello whispers

Of a soundless worry wilt

Harmonies distorted in this rage



Out of tune concertos

Fall as fractured cymbals blare

Steady as the beat of gathered pain



Broken mirror rhythms

Sit upon the favored chair

Misery in musical refrain



Violin’d distractions*

Born of melodies so thin

Echoing performed apologies



A cappella opus

In a prelude to the hymn

*Composed for you in all sincerity
I once hurt a friend who I adored. The guilt almost destroyed me. I wrote this poem about this mis-deed I had done. It was a while ago so I thought I would share it with you here. Though, it still tears me up that I could be so stupid.
I am not the type of person that can easily hide
And I am not the type of person that can hold their tongue tightly
But for you i shall wring it like a wet towel
so all the dark cropped up secrets drip out
And I will put them in a tiny box with a lock
And I will throw the key away in the ocean of trust
I shall live in the goldness of remaining silent
Your terrifying dreams and your secret stories are safe with me
And I won't ever share them with any other person but you



&                           
I hope you do the same with me.
I have  f a i t h  in you, just like you have  f a i t h  in me.

July  7th  2014
WAJ
her eyes like twin pistols
just kept blowin me away
for "Winter Allen Jane"
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