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clean smells like freshly laundered clothes and crisp rose buds assault my nose on days like this, pungently reminding me of the days when I knew you and our pure happiness, the smiling secrets; the tarnished reflection of our deceptions. I felt something deep for you, as cavernouse as an oceanic crevass, a wide pit of affection that breached both time and distance and caused a wild throbbing in my heart when I saw you; now brushed away like cobwebs in an empty room- stuffed in a box to sit there until the hatred fades, the flames burn out- until the sobs in my throat are silenced. Days like this remind me of - the way you smiled so crookedly the dark brown of your eyes warmly comtemplating mine the lips I could draw from memory- the things you were hiding from me, the dark betrayal that waited in your head the wilting rose that grew in our garden- the heart that I never should have placed in your hands. I yearned for you, I lived for you, I hurt for you- all for empty promises and lies. I paid penance for sins I never committed, for falsehoods I never believed, all in the name of our love. Days like this hurt more than my eyes, the grey rain falling down over and over into my pitted and pot-holed memories determined to make my healing chest ache again, as life exacts what I don't want to pay- A tithe of lost love.
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
Tithe
clean smells like freshly laundered clothes and crisp rose buds assault my nose on days like this, pungently reminding me of the days when I knew you and our pure happiness, the smiling secrets; the tarnished reflection of our deceptions. I felt something deep for you, as cavernouse as an oceanic crevass, a wide pit of affection that breached both time and distance and caused a wild throbbing in my heart when I saw you; now brushed away like cobwebs in an empty room- stuffed in a box to sit there until the hatred fades, the flames burn out- until the sobs in my throat are silenced. Days like this remind me of - the way you smiled so crookedly the dark brown of your eyes warmly comtemplating mine the lips I could draw from memory- the things you were hiding from me, the dark betrayal that waited in your head the wilting rose that grew in our garden- the heart that I never should have placed in your hands. I yearned for you, I lived for you, I hurt for you- all for empty promises and lies. I paid penance for sins I never committed, for falsehoods I never believed, all in the name of our love. Days like this hurt more than my eyes, the grey rain falling down over and over into my pitted and pot-holed memories determined to make my healing chest ache again, as life exacts what I don't want to pay- A tithe of lost love.
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chauntelle-laflen
30/F/American
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
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