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Soon your own white shirt like the dark bedroom wall will be the last you put on The last bottle of wine that held the savored drop will be emptied in the trash Soon the wind will chill the summer warmth we know and blow our silent promises like crumbling leaves around trees Perhaps, you will look for similarities between me and the intricate folds of your skin(there is none) wonder where the years go and my touch Soon our eyes will be sadder and wiser when everything should have been what we try to forget (remember) |
While I understqand this and know where it's coming from, I emotionally have a hard time relating because I'm not one that can give up or give in. "But for the grace of God..." I've been close a couple of times, but always battered out the kinks and faded out the scars. Hope this is not autobiographical, because there is such a tone of melancholy and sadness. ~Jan | Posted on 2013-05-10 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ] | Sounds about giving up or perhaps knowing it will come and being ready. This is sad but we've been through this so I can relate. Sometimes we see things coming, we choose to ignore, conceal and forget about it. I respect where this is coming from and I think this is an amazing piece. | | Posted on 2013-04-29 00:00:00 | by quicksorrow | [ Reply to This ] | I love it. reminds me of inevitability, It was touching, and a bit sad, I really enjoyed | | Posted on 2013-04-27 00:00:00 | by Diablo Tapitio | [ Reply to This ] | |