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She was winter & I am spring I was a budding poet Her voice was pristine I yearned that she sing to me hear, she'd hold those notes in symphony here, I grew to love her there, in the twining of our love in twain, we loved she loved I loved She adored the lyricism the play of my prose the waves of emotion that flexed curls in her toes I arose in ways akin to my nature like wetting a letter mail in the mailbox unknown sender I never let her in but she did me this way and that in twain, we loved I loved she loved I loved the shivers of her soul sending quakes into my heart the flute of her throat the notes of her tears bitterness, sadness, madness she let it all free in voice in me I cried, let it stop let me out let me not I will stay till I'm weary till I'm old in springtime till you're teary In twain we loved in twain we grew apart old tires on the Volkswagen ambling along singing the old song on and on in twain, we loved in twain, we wanted more I wanted her to sing the same songs she no longer loved her voice she stopped singing altogether I was wondering Are we together In twain, we loved In twain, we grew sick I ached for her touch a poison like pancakes sweet... for toothaches the cavity of my desire was a trench a gorge with stench that she despised don't touch me I'm not in the mood don't look at me like that like what you know what In twain, we loved In twain, we sought freedom I began writing the new chapters the new adventures enraptured the tales spun like endless yarn ***** endless inspiration endless distraction you won't spend time with me all you do is sit at the computer don't you care about my dreams don't you care about mine I did care but you don't sing anymore you know why I don't you should In twain, we loved In twain, we broke free I wasn't rejected look, an advance that's nice aren't you happy I am, see who's that a friend you only laugh with him he's funny I'm not you are, just what this isn't working not today then when not today, I can't, my dreams I like him I can't this is my decision why is this happening today you chose I choose you you could have written songs for me I did you wrote songs for yourself I'm sorry me, too In twain, we said goodbye Yet in goodbye We were together She was fall, and I'm the summer I always dreamed Basking in the sun of my destiny Absent of the kiss of cold, where I left my innocence Absent of love, where I left my heart Along the westward road where seasons never end Along the westward road where sweet songs end in silence
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Feb 17, 2022
Feb 17, 2022 at 1:16 AM UTC
A Yolk Apart...
She was winter & I am spring I was a budding poet Her voice was pristine I yearned that she sing to me hear, she'd hold those notes in symphony here, I grew to love her there, in the twining of our love in twain, we loved she loved I loved She adored the lyricism the play of my prose the waves of emotion that flexed curls in her toes I arose in ways akin to my nature like wetting a letter mail in the mailbox unknown sender I never let her in but she did me this way and that in twain, we loved I loved she loved I loved the shivers of her soul sending quakes into my heart the flute of her throat the notes of her tears bitterness, sadness, madness she let it all free in voice in me I cried, let it stop let me out let me not I will stay till I'm weary till I'm old in springtime till you're teary In twain we loved in twain we grew apart old tires on the Volkswagen ambling along singing the old song on and on in twain, we loved in twain, we wanted more I wanted her to sing the same songs she no longer loved her voice she stopped singing altogether I was wondering Are we together In twain, we loved In twain, we grew sick I ached for her touch a poison like pancakes sweet... for toothaches the cavity of my desire was a trench a gorge with stench that she despised don't touch me I'm not in the mood don't look at me like that like what you know what In twain, we loved In twain, we sought freedom I began writing the new chapters the new adventures enraptured the tales spun like endless yarn ***** endless inspiration endless distraction you won't spend time with me all you do is sit at the computer don't you care about my dreams don't you care about mine I did care but you don't sing anymore you know why I don't you should In twain, we loved In twain, we broke free I wasn't rejected look, an advance that's nice aren't you happy I am, see who's that a friend you only laugh with him he's funny I'm not you are, just what this isn't working not today then when not today, I can't, my dreams I like him I can't this is my decision why is this happening today you chose I choose you you could have written songs for me I did you wrote songs for yourself I'm sorry me, too In twain, we said goodbye Yet in goodbye We were together She was fall, and I'm the summer I always dreamed Basking in the sun of my destiny Absent of the kiss of cold, where I left my innocence Absent of love, where I left my heart Along the westward road where seasons never end Along the westward road where sweet songs end in silence
I typically write a good reflective note on these when I'm inspired... However, this time, I'm just in awe of the experience on this write. It felt good and I'm just afloat on the energy of it. I hope you felt it, too :) Enjoy! DEW
#love#growth#change#relationships#friendship#time#life#work#truth#pain
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Feb 17, 2022
Feb 17, 2022 at 1:16 AM UTC
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