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Do you know what it's like to feel the limits of time against your heart to rest in a fallible place seeing clearly the last grain of sand fall declaring the moment the end of hope to carry out a mission a vision from decisions you refused to make steps you refused to take 'i love you's' you failed to say or even whisper have your eyes ever looked in a mirror and seen such a glare D I S A P P O I N T M E N T from missing an appointment filled with blossoming orange and fuschia gladiolas and even some in full bloom with nectar at their center too saccharine even for a bee's tongue i wanted to taste you. and instead of using my index finger to scoop up your essence i let fear paralyze the progression and it's much deeper than even kryptonite to superman i mean it's more like Christopher Reeve still yet aging not able to go backward only to face what lies ahead Now i'm sleeping left dreaming of all the NOW infinite IMpossibilities my eyes looking out while traveling over the deep sea of self apologies for never trying to even hold your hand Oh how i wish i could flip this hourglass back to when i was 10... and fearless of rejection.
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Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC
PILLAR OF SALT
Do you know what it's like to feel the limits of time against your heart to rest in a fallible place seeing clearly the last grain of sand fall declaring the moment the end of hope to carry out a mission a vision from decisions you refused to make steps you refused to take 'i love you's' you failed to say or even whisper have your eyes ever looked in a mirror and seen such a glare D I S A P P O I N T M E N T from missing an appointment filled with blossoming orange and fuschia gladiolas and even some in full bloom with nectar at their center too saccharine even for a bee's tongue i wanted to taste you. and instead of using my index finger to scoop up your essence i let fear paralyze the progression and it's much deeper than even kryptonite to superman i mean it's more like Christopher Reeve still yet aging not able to go backward only to face what lies ahead Now i'm sleeping left dreaming of all the NOW infinite IMpossibilities my eyes looking out while traveling over the deep sea of self apologies for never trying to even hold your hand Oh how i wish i could flip this hourglass back to when i was 10... and fearless of rejection.
©14 June 2009
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Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC
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