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Lara Antonia Feb 2013
Into the water she strode, wide eyed as ripples echoed her steps,
Hart beating, eyes streaming she leapt into the arms of an useable love

Arms stretched out far to catch her, protect her with care and calm composure he swept her up at earths surrender
into the arms she’d always loved

Into the depth the lovers fell. Forgetting all rules a wise man once told them, they fell into the deep subsiding water with the ones they’d always loved.

Engulfed not one but two became inseparable in the lovers game, judgment blurred and eyes to see not anyone but this entity, entrapped and falling helplessly into the depth of pure insanity yet happily falling free into the arms of her love.

They Don’t look back or up or forth for taken breath cant be caught, again they fall helplessly her with him and him with she and soon to be submerged in water hart beats harder as time grows faster, they lose track time and in the darkness, the blurs grow darker, sharper, faster and in there minds the lovers laugher, suppress the dangers of deeper water

And so they sink so helplessly into loves addiction, unconsciously, falling through the entangled weeds of the darkest love named insanity.

Weaker the lovers became as harts grow heavy and thoughts grew thick, is this a pure, captured splendour or a disaster occurring through the wick, burning fast through the tether as the lovers get hopelessly lost together in the mist inside there minds forever falling hopelessly free.
Lara Antonia Jan 2013
I love you,
But if you decide you don’t want me
Tell me,
Don’t keep me here
With you
When you don’t need me,
Because I need you
But I will leave,
Quietly, with dignity
If that’s what you want,
I will be hurt
And lost
But you wont hear from me again,
And I’d hope
That you’d miss me,
But we could not be friends
Because that would hurt too much,
If you don’t love me
Tell me
And I will leave
And learn not to love you
Anymore.
Lara Antonia Jan 2013
Oh willow tree,
What do you see, from your branches, which grow way up there,
How many years have you witnessed the tears, of the lover’s which seek solace here,
And how would you cope
If they tied a rope to one of the branches you bear,
And swung from the noose falling free, falling lose, as the wind blows your tassels of hair.

Oh willow tree,
What will it be, Will they come and take all that you’ve got,
Strip you down bare exposing you there as your wilter and crumple and rot,
And all of soles who walk the long road to see you in all of your might
Will shudder inside and the harrowing sight, at the damage they’ve caused in the fight,

Take it from me tree,
But I’m not that wise, you have been here for such a long time, lend me your words and ill Fight hard to speak but If we enter that battle we cannot be weak,
Teach us your ways tree; root us to the floor, we’ll armour our bodies and with strength we will draw, A picture of knight to rival up day
And in the shadows of darkness we’ll kneel down and pray,

Oh willow tree,
How you’ve sheltered me, through the love and the loss and despair, ill write it all down,
Put it in the ground and forget that it ever was there,
Burn it to a pulp as you witness my faults with my secrets you never will share,
For I trust in you like the others all do, with the insanity I regrettably bare.

Don’t take it from me tree, for I’m not that wise,
Without your advice, I lay by your side, begging you please, to never leave me
Alone at the sight were you’ve faithfully been
But alas they will come they will take you away with there weapons of war, with there greed lacking shame
They’ll tear you to the ground, and the crash of your sound Will echo to all that once shared
A secret with you now what will they do, when they see that you’re no longer still there.

— The End —