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If I must bleed for you.... I will

willingly take the lashing

of their wagging tongues

let them mock me and cast me down

they cannot break me

I will always rise up again

hang me high for your cross examinations

brought you no closer to the truth

white dove against the darkness offered light

why then could you not see

I love you.
All
fruitful
experiences
blossom from
the sacred essence
of
*sorrow
Ode to home.
Where the heart resides.
And comfort lies.
Memories build, and solitude fades.
Smells all so familiar
With sounds of ringing laughter.
Your happiness.
Your home.
forget the way she held this hand
just lay it back inside that memory
it changes with every touch
we can't even hold onto you
don't even want to
but the troubled feeling
is coiled within you
the memory it holds
could take away the burden of "I forgot to say"

you can't apologise to your own mistakes
an empty room
full of poisonous regrets
there is nothing here
just a mind
blind to the truth
Written on 14th October 2011
the eyes of the admirer
seldom seem understanding of atrocities
selfish, absorbing
fascinated with self-interest
ignorant to empathy
a closed office
a man, a man
face to face
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