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The irony of the situation is That to know I love you I had to become this woman And yet, Because I am this woman I cannot afford to love you, The way you deserve to Starting from the beginning, Of our meeting; An indistinguishable flame in the distance A hand in another, palm meets palm The most holy of Psalms In actuality an abyss of sinfulness Not that I believe in all that, Religious nonfeasance A reason for my existence Grows stronger when kindled by conversation And it shines, ever as bright When I should be thinking Of the one who lays beside me Tucking me into bed each night with tenderness Intrigue in all its forms holds a risk, But what's a simple friendship? A kindred feeling, every word beckoning Me to listen to all of your stories lend an ear, share similar experiences With each passing syllable Defined my very reasoning Affirmed the pull, tightened my heart's strings I felt the urge, And then, It all fit. A happiness I couldn't amiss ...And then, without hesitance or Resistance, I felt your kiss I mean, like, fireworks Bing, bang, booms Reverberates, and sets everything ablaze Inside of me is an explosion. Holy **** It's the real thing, chemical combustion All is in a dream and rooted in reality A vision of beauty and spectre But sparklers are easier to handle And the only possible disaster a burn Instead of missing a limb, A piece of me left reeling from A temporary collision. But now? Every part of me aflame, In your gaze Yearning, longing I've shared too much of myself to reverse it. But I can't allow myself to fall into you I'm preoccupied with trying to heal His brokenness.
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
I need time.
The irony of the situation is That to know I love you I had to become this woman And yet, Because I am this woman I cannot afford to love you, The way you deserve to Starting from the beginning, Of our meeting; An indistinguishable flame in the distance A hand in another, palm meets palm The most holy of Psalms In actuality an abyss of sinfulness Not that I believe in all that, Religious nonfeasance A reason for my existence Grows stronger when kindled by conversation And it shines, ever as bright When I should be thinking Of the one who lays beside me Tucking me into bed each night with tenderness Intrigue in all its forms holds a risk, But what's a simple friendship? A kindred feeling, every word beckoning Me to listen to all of your stories lend an ear, share similar experiences With each passing syllable Defined my very reasoning Affirmed the pull, tightened my heart's strings I felt the urge, And then, It all fit. A happiness I couldn't amiss ...And then, without hesitance or Resistance, I felt your kiss I mean, like, fireworks Bing, bang, booms Reverberates, and sets everything ablaze Inside of me is an explosion. Holy **** It's the real thing, chemical combustion All is in a dream and rooted in reality A vision of beauty and spectre But sparklers are easier to handle And the only possible disaster a burn Instead of missing a limb, A piece of me left reeling from A temporary collision. But now? Every part of me aflame, In your gaze Yearning, longing I've shared too much of myself to reverse it. But I can't allow myself to fall into you I'm preoccupied with trying to heal His brokenness.
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
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