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Our passion must have boundaries, I fear.
Why?
In order to be successful, my dear!

Ah- but matters of the heart,
Very rarely get
A pragmatic start!
If I told you that the sun rises with you
You would tell me that it didn't rise
The earth only rolled
If I told you the sun set with you
You would roll your eyes
'Hmmph,' your response
But I see through you

A structured reply
Your eyes dilate, your heart thumps
The smallest smile, not on your lips
But cornered by your eyes
It's a map so easily read

If I write you those words
You'll say to me, spectacular
And become a candle, light
Wax melting in to the night
Because in this real life,
You've become so hidden
In ink it's different

In life you've your shadow
And your shadow you've become real
Choosing which and how and why
It's control, like a mask, like beauty
But I don't exist for your shadow

I mention your lights
From candles to stars
In your eyes and on your skin
Your mindlight, in moonlight
Sunlight and starlight
How do you describe
Something so...

Beyond words
How do you describe
A force, but to give in
And ride, surf
It's nothing I control

When it was bad
You wouldn't give me a chance
Throw it all away
Waste another year
I asked you, pleaded

What could I do?
How could I save?
The answer was simple
Like everything else
And easy when you think
If you could do any one thing
To save who you love, what would it be?
~Strength was never a word they
used to describe me

~Too many terrifying nights
borne of a terrifying life

~Ready to run, but having
nowhere to go

~One with all that was pain and
misery and loneliness

~Never straying far enough from
rage, despair, fear

~Given so many chances to fail yet
finding hidden resilience
and a different way
to shine...a candle
in the wind


-by Mercurychyld
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Written for "Words". The word is 'strong'.
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