I soar high above
To see where love fits in
I see many changing
From one to another thing
.
The higher I go
The more I look
But the less I see
Of the things I forsook
.
Vision fails this high up
I can't see myself in love
So I fall back to fit in rudely
Upon the world from high above
.
It's not a pretty landing
It's filled with scars and pain
It takes my breathless breath away
And then comes back yet again
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Gerard DiLeo
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Comments (5)
Well-wrought! The consolation for such a one would seem to be that the most profound acts of love need not be reciprocated. Any parent should understand. We only accrue it to give it away.
So creative
I'm with Dharrsheena. But also, your writing is so versatile. I never know what I'm going to find when I read something of yours. This feels thoughtful and quiet.
This was so poignant yet so beautiful!
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