Someone please tell me, that
..The true Art of Love is more
than the self-centered, 'incestuous'
form of love, shown
within what the Modern world
refers to as "Romantic love"..
aw ****.. please tell me it is more
Romantic love says this--
"You are 'of value' to me because I love you"
"You are 'of value' to me because you are in my life"
"You are 'of value' to me because you are mine"
And after the 'bliss-filled' romantic love
***** the bed..
the only value that remains is through the residual,
soon to be diluted and washed out by displacement--
..Either that of a new self-centered based 'filling'
or that of the re-placement of "value-image"
with that, brought about through the all-too-ready
and internally-available Gaslighting process
So please, please explain it to me just how wonderfully
"romantic' love can truly ever aid in the healing process..
. . . . . . .
Alone she sits in her room, waiting.
The atoms of the air,
carry both sides of the story--
The coldness and the warmth
the closeness, and the distance
followed by the Sky-filled Blue
Someone please tell me, just who
helped this little-one to see
that the way out..
is the way, through?
Protected to the point of nearly dying
Insulation is isolation to the bone
(she is crying, crying, crying)
On a Prayer mat, facing East;
a grounded soul is flying
(but flying so very all alone)
There is a Chaste, and a Purity
from the Un-doings of man..
Void of all walls,
there is a susceptibility
Yet also a wide-Opening
to the pressings of the Ache
There has been a waiting
to the point of near Death
A look in Patient eyes
(One that separates me
from my breath)
Not all are so protected
from the Fallen love of man
..Not all have almost died
so all alone in their room;
From that empty kind of love
leading to an empty, empty Death
it is not just for one
it is for all..
you are all Cinderellas❤
every single one of you