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The blackboard I often ask myself when When it was that it started to end My greatest fear realized Clouded judgement Forgiveness , loyalty , Love Like a wand made out of porcelain Chalk Filling the blackboard with memories Moments , blocks , and bricks That formed the horizon that was "Us " For everything my love , is , was You But slowly , The wings of chaos makes its presence Unveiling what lay beneath my love stuck conscious ... Maybe it was the time you lied to me for the very first time ? Maybe it was when you were unfaithful ? The only loyalty you showed was for your own self preservation Instance by Instance , The pieces of the picture nullified, Erased . All the un answered odes Empty calls Under appreciation ,, met with a pre occupied heart Or a wintry response Slowly the slate surface of the blackboard pushes through the cloudy remnants if the "rubbed out"moments we had Forgiveness , met with a cold heart And a pile empty sorry's For her heart, has become as hard, and cool as the blackboard itself And now it is an ashen pile of clouds A remnant trail from the eraser As " we" Slowly faded away .......
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
The Blacboard
The blackboard I often ask myself when When it was that it started to end My greatest fear realized Clouded judgement Forgiveness , loyalty , Love Like a wand made out of porcelain Chalk Filling the blackboard with memories Moments , blocks , and bricks That formed the horizon that was "Us " For everything my love , is , was You But slowly , The wings of chaos makes its presence Unveiling what lay beneath my love stuck conscious ... Maybe it was the time you lied to me for the very first time ? Maybe it was when you were unfaithful ? The only loyalty you showed was for your own self preservation Instance by Instance , The pieces of the picture nullified, Erased . All the un answered odes Empty calls Under appreciation ,, met with a pre occupied heart Or a wintry response Slowly the slate surface of the blackboard pushes through the cloudy remnants if the "rubbed out"moments we had Forgiveness , met with a cold heart And a pile empty sorry's For her heart, has become as hard, and cool as the blackboard itself And now it is an ashen pile of clouds A remnant trail from the eraser As " we" Slowly faded away .......
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hank-van-well-jr
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
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