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lmnsinner Apr 14
he melancholy muses, his hand upon his chest.

a thousand miles
                                        she replies, a thousand eyes winking lying
a thousand quiverings
                                        she denies, a thousand quaverings
a thousands hairs
                                        she sighs, everyone of a different color
a thousand songs
                                        she cries, not any but not the one
a thousand sensations
                                        she implies, by silence, not the same, sensual
a thousand touches,
                                        she asks, slyly, is it your tongue your finger?
a thousand dies,
                                        she contradicts, all mine, not yours, or ours!

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and then she speaks, in Italian, a language so musical, it’s melancholy  at its very essence.

I’m no longer of surety possessing,        
Non ** più la garanzia di possedere,
is it my finger or my tongue, is it              
è il mio dito o la mia lingua, vero?
that my finger became my tongue,        
il mio dito è diventato la mia lingu,
all senses at attention, blurred,              
tutti i sensi all'attenzione, sfocato,

the love song enactment, touch
                                (recitazione della canzone d'amore, tocco)
Michael A Duff Sep 2019
please let me lay by your side for hours that stretch into years, we can talk about thousands of nothings that make us comfortable so we can have a lifetime of somethings with meaning
Meaning is not always surface
Mrs Robota Feb 2019
A part of me is missing
And I don't know how to get it back

I don't understand why I'm so broken

A part of me is missing
And I don't know how to get it back
Nylee Jun 2017
Nothing is worth anything
                 Everything is worth nothing
Nothing is something
                 something can be everything
but in the end , it is nothing .
loveless Jul 2016
Some things can not be explained
They can only be felt
Rochelle Mar 2016
Somethings just happen to,
Work out.

All the hard times,
All the long nights.
All the silent  cries,
All the terrible lies.

Somethings just happen to,
Work out.

The good times,
The fun nights.
The laughter cries,
And no more lies.

Somethings just happen to,
*Work out.

— The End —