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It cannot go unspoken this time. Split in twixt, bifurcated, so one half couldn't recognize the whole. Blindfolded by rage, scarred by the ravages of what if's, the open metaphor for pain. Removing myself from the standards I began to set. Unrealistic, out of reach, unattainable. Blurring my vision, by bended elbow, making excuses faster than solutions; sinking slowly without a branch, only an empty bottle to adhere to. The calamity called for peace, and I've listened. Her hand innocuous at first, now radiant, strong, and sensual. Grasped hold of me, ripping me up from my rotting moorings. Providing proof there's still strength in my devices, my incentives, in my hopes lie my dreams. It will never again go unspoken through my action, it will be heard careening off foundations, piercing eyes, and lancing ears. Words conversed by glance, and through touch. Reformed, refined by the beautiful touch of the divine. It will never go unspoken again. Once broken picked up, and loved back together. It will never again be unspoken. The words, the elegance, the clarity, it all must be perfect, perfectly annunciated. In me I've found freedom. Through you I am once again welcomed into your kingdom.
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
Rotting Moorings
It cannot go unspoken this time. Split in twixt, bifurcated, so one half couldn't recognize the whole. Blindfolded by rage, scarred by the ravages of what if's, the open metaphor for pain. Removing myself from the standards I began to set. Unrealistic, out of reach, unattainable. Blurring my vision, by bended elbow, making excuses faster than solutions; sinking slowly without a branch, only an empty bottle to adhere to. The calamity called for peace, and I've listened. Her hand innocuous at first, now radiant, strong, and sensual. Grasped hold of me, ripping me up from my rotting moorings. Providing proof there's still strength in my devices, my incentives, in my hopes lie my dreams. It will never again go unspoken through my action, it will be heard careening off foundations, piercing eyes, and lancing ears. Words conversed by glance, and through touch. Reformed, refined by the beautiful touch of the divine. It will never go unspoken again. Once broken picked up, and loved back together. It will never again be unspoken. The words, the elegance, the clarity, it all must be perfect, perfectly annunciated. In me I've found freedom. Through you I am once again welcomed into your kingdom.
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42/M/Florida
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
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