Dec 2016
Little things started to rile
by all odds,
not quite like the ache
head leant against your back.
Under cover a long dull hum
I thought of ghosts,
but I faced down the quake
until your aura had been caved in.
Like a god in disguise from on high
withdrawn with no words
but with human inability to break
and get the best from doing wrong.
Little tale or true story
him and her trying each other out
but got back to the ways of their own.
"The pagan and the profane on an isle."
by all odds,
not quite like the ache
head leant against your back.
Under cover a long dull hum
I thought of ghosts,
but I faced down the quake
until your aura had been caved in.
Like a god in disguise from on high
withdrawn with no words
but with human inability to break
and get the best from doing wrong.
Little tale or true story
him and her trying each other out
but got back to the ways of their own.
"The pagan and the profane on an isle."
I only told about the way the story ended up...with no happy ending... but I've learned so much, first of all to recognize more clearly what are the things I must feel guilty for and what I can light-hearted say it's someone else's fault... the last line could be the title of this tale.
Ps. this is kind of strange write to me actually... not totally happy with that , I know it's a little too personal... but the time to finish it and letting it go has come...
Ps. this is kind of strange write to me actually... not totally happy with that , I know it's a little too personal... but the time to finish it and letting it go has come...
(37/F/Italy)
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