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 Oct 2016 Tex Dermott
A
Parched are my lips
saddened from every emotion you feel
my voice apologizes
for my cowardice
I'm too afarid to ask
for every hardship you face
my silence is an assailant
kills every moment of bliss

Dried up thoughts and helpless gestures
It's as though I'm watching your body suspended
on to a cliff
My hands urge me to save you but my mind makes me wait
I'm not sure what is the right option
I'm a marionette

..controlled..

My mind
jammed
too afraid of what
May escape your tired tongue
tongue tied
bushwhacked
I remain broken
from selfdestruction
I remain at peace unaware of your destruction
We dance in it's pleasures.
We count it's treasures.

We hide from it's terror.
We wait for it's surrender.

Oh, how I love adventures.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Feb 2016 Tex Dermott
Lottie
This is supposed to be a poem,
Ill get round to it..
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