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Dont wait tommorow for what can be said today.
Ripples in the water.
Cast from stone so easily fade away.

The difference in a day plays apon your face.
Regret tangles the most simple questions.
All to often we mask the stubborn actions
and pass them off as fate.

How could I ever let you slip away.
Burns a heart only to freeze over.
The road is never a clear direction.
A cold night a lovers embrace like a
blanket gives a false a sense of protection.

Now I hold a memeory not a friend.
We cant mask the distance.
So how can we continue to pretend.

Old love letters a window to a moment in time.
Tears flow  freely  in the confines of my emptyness.
In the illusion when I knew you as mine.

Sweet kisses are wasted apon the bitter soul.
Times fragments  splintter to all but
vanish from sight.
It's a struggle to live in the moment when
you cant even get ast a single night.

Tommorow I wont let it repeat today.
No longer will I settle to simply exist.
Watching lines once strong as they fade away.

Sometimes the best canvas should stay blank.
Colored by hopes not strokes of pain.
More words are needed to exist with
my deepest emotions in silent reframe.
No one path takes a straight line.
the heart can bleed eternal  so no one true owner may find.
nishta Jul 2020
with her two dimesional spectacles
and security blanket hair,
she embodies the saying -
'there is a thin line between love and hate.'
and now i'm teetering off the edge,
blind to where i fall.
the feeling,
the same both ways.
she views the world in a narrow way but.

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