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You can bring out the most elegant poetry, build the cosmos in verse, and still be the worst being in this universe. Your broken ballads of sorrow,
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
My body is a temple, they say yet it's only something everyone wants to come in and enjoy, but if I hide my body, I'm not worth the attention.
I thought that our bond was stronger that the roots it came from, like a tree standing tall for centuries, that you and I didn't need to constantly be at the edge of our seats begging for release from our prison,
Was my hair not curly enough? Were my eyes too close together? Was it my smile? Why couldn’t you have told me? Why did my messages have to go green before I knew you never loved me?
Exuberant energy enticing everyone, but none of it is real. You create the fantasy of someone who cares, who can love beyond measure, so much it can drown,
I don't know where you are in the maze of my mind, maybe still rotting away at the thoughts of me, knowing how good I was to you, but you simply chose to be blind.
I don't recognize the memories of last years sorrows, the tear stained cheeks or the late night confessions. I look back at the old shell of me seeing all the hurt and feeling utterly alone in a room filled with people that hated me,
I met you when your heart was empty, willing to fill with anything, satiate that endless hunger. I love you's and I promise's made in vain,
How easy it would be to grieve if part of you still existed with me, your essence making its presence the moments I needed most; feeling you near,
If I could give the world to you touching the deepest parts of your heart, I hope the sweet melodies of your heart are heard far and wide,
Seasons changes, holidays begin, and the smell of pumpkin fills the air. Remembering the taste of thanksgiving, seeing the colorful lights of winter filling the streets,
Over and over does time repeat, the same results occur, insanity is expecting a new result from 1+1. Promises of breaking the chain, promises of letting go of the shackles that held down new beginnings,
