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“I am free” My icy wings tearing through the dark blue sky, the permafrosted landscape below me getting smaller and farther away and the Sun, its warm, amber rays glistening on the horizon, beckoning me with its warm touch. I look back- Every second counts I look back- I see your cold eyes Frozen pits of mud, obsidian, sparkling like diamonds and just as hard. Body of steel. No blood, No life, Uncaring Unfeeling Scorpion. Froze my wings with your poison tail, your vicious words covered in sugar, stabbing. Stole my heart Oh how frail I was. I look back- At the small castle we built, the fireworks, the rose garden, the old dusty freight, the dim light of the bar where I asked you to be mine, the bamboo princess (I still have your pillow), the food trucks and that homeless guy who is probably dead, the pictures, the mix-tape, the color yellow, No Doubt, the empty movie theater, the Moon in Sagittarius where we held each other so close and you said I smelled of patchouli and that caused me to feel happiness because it is one of my favorite scents and I was so glad you liked it too, the warms nights in your cold, cold room and your hands, your hands… Will never freeze my wings again. I look back- I became human for you and you acted as if I were just some pigeon or robin or pheasant, you acted As if our castle Was made of sand, Meant to be dissolved. But how would I know? The language you speak is all ones and zeros, The feelings you feel are all bones and marrows And I am blood I am skin I am emotion, Venus The beauty within. I look back- -at you Pluto Not even a planet Cold and frozen with eyes of granite Wires and copper made up your soul And unfeeling data rules your flow. I look back- I asked you how you felt and received An error four-oh-four. That process never mattered to me, Yet always left me craving more. I look back- Were my emotions not obvious? Or were your feelings ambiguous Intent so dubious You viewed me as frivolous Yet you’re continuous With your cold touch so ferrous Incompatible I could understand… I look back- Scorpion, you’ll be okay. As you sit in your world, All alone, just like you intended, You let your past rule you. I look back- How could we be friends? Lovers to friends From seeing the universe inside of someone To just hanging out once, maybe twice a week. No, we cannot be friends because that’s just weird. I look forward- The Sun has set. My wings so cold They’ll thaw and heal in time And then, Scorpion, maybe we’ll see each other again.
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
Pluto retrograde, sextile to Venus
“I am free” My icy wings tearing through the dark blue sky, the permafrosted landscape below me getting smaller and farther away and the Sun, its warm, amber rays glistening on the horizon, beckoning me with its warm touch. I look back- Every second counts I look back- I see your cold eyes Frozen pits of mud, obsidian, sparkling like diamonds and just as hard. Body of steel. No blood, No life, Uncaring Unfeeling Scorpion. Froze my wings with your poison tail, your vicious words covered in sugar, stabbing. Stole my heart Oh how frail I was. I look back- At the small castle we built, the fireworks, the rose garden, the old dusty freight, the dim light of the bar where I asked you to be mine, the bamboo princess (I still have your pillow), the food trucks and that homeless guy who is probably dead, the pictures, the mix-tape, the color yellow, No Doubt, the empty movie theater, the Moon in Sagittarius where we held each other so close and you said I smelled of patchouli and that caused me to feel happiness because it is one of my favorite scents and I was so glad you liked it too, the warms nights in your cold, cold room and your hands, your hands… Will never freeze my wings again. I look back- I became human for you and you acted as if I were just some pigeon or robin or pheasant, you acted As if our castle Was made of sand, Meant to be dissolved. But how would I know? The language you speak is all ones and zeros, The feelings you feel are all bones and marrows And I am blood I am skin I am emotion, Venus The beauty within. I look back- -at you Pluto Not even a planet Cold and frozen with eyes of granite Wires and copper made up your soul And unfeeling data rules your flow. I look back- I asked you how you felt and received An error four-oh-four. That process never mattered to me, Yet always left me craving more. I look back- Were my emotions not obvious? Or were your feelings ambiguous Intent so dubious You viewed me as frivolous Yet you’re continuous With your cold touch so ferrous Incompatible I could understand… I look back- Scorpion, you’ll be okay. As you sit in your world, All alone, just like you intended, You let your past rule you. I look back- How could we be friends? Lovers to friends From seeing the universe inside of someone To just hanging out once, maybe twice a week. No, we cannot be friends because that’s just weird. I look forward- The Sun has set. My wings so cold They’ll thaw and heal in time And then, Scorpion, maybe we’ll see each other again.
(Good things happen in time, great things happen in seconds.)
#scorpio#taurus#love#story#pluto#venus#retrograde#heartbrake
Gypsytroubadour
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Gypsytroubadour
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
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