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EVEN IF WE DON'T LAST...
I STILL CONFESS, I DO LOVE YOU.

CLEAR THROUGH EVER AFTER...
EVEN AFTER, THIS HAS LEFT YOU.

I WILL CONFESS, I LOVE YOU STILL.
I do not need cherish
Nor fall nostalgic
Life before this present
Remains affixed permanent
As the all too collected
This awful present
Of life memories moments
Emotions combined rise
As my state of mind falls
To clean out out dispose
I can manage if I welcome
The bittersweet sadness of
A life now piled in heaps
Embarrassing and awful
Buried and not wanting
To feel those low chords struck
To some its is hoarding
Me I think I'm hiding from
The past.  Buried beneath it.
Slight, repeating

Disturbed surface such

Light in brilliant

Silence does

Shimmer and explode

To pay tribute upon

Lone drop of

Repetitive stillness

Felt as neglect

Ripples down and on

Generations

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Counted moments passed us
Though the light of her eyes held
The longing inside mine
I've built these things
As distraction from the
State of my being
Blinded

Allowed for such waste
Collected as if cherished
Now as I am daunted
Set to the task
Disgusted

What made me this way
To choose without knowing
To let slip the standards
To live and not hide my needs
So much filth now
I am shocked by
The thought that
This is me.  

No longer.
I own it to change
Children come now
To stay in place safe
Yesterday is the erased
Traditions replaced
Silicone windows teach now
As sires attempt new roles
Adding weight to the confusion
At the cost of education
Those that suffer are our children
This generation will pay
And this is the new norm
Less interaction, emailed whirlwinds
Locked inside whilst parents juggle work, bills, now education, screen times, emails, passwords, logins...
Missing work to devote such time
Or risk our pride our joys health
With riskier situations...
Better call work and hope for understanding as my child comes first though I know that bills rule the world.. Let's see how this ends.
The light is of then
Often, but in this
Then, once

We, you and I
Tried, trying
More than most

Reasoning was
Love of course
As it was

Genuine true
But a fix
Love, ours was
not enough

We, you and I
Both of us
Faults inside

I, myself face
Inside trying
Learning forgiveness

You must do
What the Scorned
Must
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