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There are two sides, the misinterpretation and the misrepresentation Of which we are both guilty. Amused I am to be in life’s museum A curator to the creator’s design A muse to be amused To be a silly goose is not what I choose Rather to gather from this sort of proper gander The way the other side pander as I ponder This is what the portrait portrays The calm before the storm A serene siren singing the song of the drowned lover, And it seems, I, the unlikely am just another.   To my future lover if they can hear my voice, Do not confuse my anxiety driven silence as mute by choice Do not confuse my nervous stillness with profound elegance or poise If our fates intermingle, I say let them be intertwined The apple does not fall far from the tree, nor the grape far from the vine Let us not reminisce about what could have been, But rather interlock lips, interweave grips never letting go I just want you to know I am here to loosen your rope For to me, us, is enough And together there could never be enough of us ~Another Dream Deferred
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
Future Lover
There are two sides, the misinterpretation and the misrepresentation Of which we are both guilty. Amused I am to be in life’s museum A curator to the creator’s design A muse to be amused To be a silly goose is not what I choose Rather to gather from this sort of proper gander The way the other side pander as I ponder This is what the portrait portrays The calm before the storm A serene siren singing the song of the drowned lover, And it seems, I, the unlikely am just another.   To my future lover if they can hear my voice, Do not confuse my anxiety driven silence as mute by choice Do not confuse my nervous stillness with profound elegance or poise If our fates intermingle, I say let them be intertwined The apple does not fall far from the tree, nor the grape far from the vine Let us not reminisce about what could have been, But rather interlock lips, interweave grips never letting go I just want you to know I am here to loosen your rope For to me, us, is enough And together there could never be enough of us ~Another Dream Deferred
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
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