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I see something in your soul, something that others do not see. Something they cannot see, because they do not bother to look at you at all. Too cold, they say, a heart of stainless steel, a void, an empty shell of a woman. But I see something in your soul, something I’ve never seen there before, after all these years of knowing you, knowing but not understanding, this new thing, makes me pause. No more do you look through me, as if I were not even there, now, when I see you, you glance at me, one time, you even smiled. I see something in your soul that calls to me, calls to me when I didn’t even think you knew my name. You draw me to you without a word, but with merely a glance that beckons to me, and I, ever the fool, approach. You reach out to touch me. Running fingers through my hair and lightly caressing my cheek, but your caress turns to claws that furrow my flesh and lay bare my soul. You can see something in my soul, as your laughter echoes in my ears, you can see the love I had for you. No, you can see the love I have for you, for it remains despite everything. Because, I see something in your soul.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Foolish and Unrequited
I see something in your soul, something that others do not see. Something they cannot see, because they do not bother to look at you at all. Too cold, they say, a heart of stainless steel, a void, an empty shell of a woman. But I see something in your soul, something I’ve never seen there before, after all these years of knowing you, knowing but not understanding, this new thing, makes me pause. No more do you look through me, as if I were not even there, now, when I see you, you glance at me, one time, you even smiled. I see something in your soul that calls to me, calls to me when I didn’t even think you knew my name. You draw me to you without a word, but with merely a glance that beckons to me, and I, ever the fool, approach. You reach out to touch me. Running fingers through my hair and lightly caressing my cheek, but your caress turns to claws that furrow my flesh and lay bare my soul. You can see something in my soul, as your laughter echoes in my ears, you can see the love I had for you. No, you can see the love I have for you, for it remains despite everything. Because, I see something in your soul.
More crap from my leaky mind.
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Todd
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
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