Gala Night

Dear my ******

For it is about anyone but couldn’t be when I see you coming down from the top of the sun. Rise or set, my heart let’s you take me along with the roaring tides. As I’ve been down below hearing the laughter and joys which I should join and let it be mine. It is only above that I get to witness the ones. So, I push my malice aside and reach my hand out for another last stride. A Masquerade of my own but ill dance to one last tone.

The closer you get the closer I feel at home. The closer you are farther I feel like stone. Embedded for the rest, I shall not step backwards and just; forget all that was within. Focus on you and confess. Like where you have been? I been lost and I seen the choices on the fence. What were you doing? For I been seeking till I’m contempt. When were you looking? I been searching aimlessly sulking. Pacing back and forth, fighting. Just myself and I, I fought the nights of pride and high ego. So low, I was owned and torn forevermore. Scorned but formed and dissevered into two just to be alone.

So, time comes, I will not run. Years before I take as they come. Times I thought I saw the sunrise, but it was setting and surely it was done. So, farewell to all as I push through the crowd. Catching a glimpse of that smile and the rest lit up all around. No halo but the aura of your glow was profound. I suppose they’ll never know what poured the other own. It was that sweet calm sound.

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…my love

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Oh, it was that sweet calm sound. Through the silence of it which was around. It sure seemed loud but did get a glimpse of as I walk throughout out this abandoned town. Filled with many faces which led me to the ball. Where I saw you in the red gown. Fluttering about like a butterfly where I knew you’ll have a ripple effect. It changed mine. I don’t know after years if they changed yours. I just know I would go back to do it twice because it’ll change time. Never asking why, I just know this time it’ll be so fine.

After our hands touched and twirled around to the two steps. For whom it’ll concern I’ll let it be close to who I kept. Let us laugh and dance together within a room that we felt. It’ll soon be empty while we deal, and it’s dealt. Nothing matters in the moment until we say it is guilt. Waving away problems and duties. Away from nuisances and movements. We’ll run away to this day and never look back and move to what really made sense.

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…My love

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Little do I know I was in a trance to dance and prance. In the air and then call it what it is. Hand and hand and the care. Mimicking the love which you gave that I could not bare. To great to my room, I stare. Haunted by the lost, waiting is a chair. Strap me down for I tare. This is for the one who I lost but could not bare…

“Doctor?...how many more years till her snaps out of it?”...."I'm sorry...He's dead."

"watch me."

Signed... yours truly. always. ***** *******