GONE
An openness in life
Squandered, not seen.
The opening of arms
Only to be walked by.
Of everything in life I know
I guess its all a lie
Torn
Scorned
Heated
Hated
Faked
Fated
The heart opens rarely
The path to it is defended by the giver
How can you tell someone offering such a gift that their path is wrong?
A heart. Lifeblood, embodiment of soul and love.
A future. Commitment of body and spirit to a set path.
And yet this path is wrong.
How can things be different
Aren't they better the way they are?
When can things be said to be easy
When can things be said to be done
When is it that I will find
What so many call the one?
Can the threads of life be made into a tapestry, a curtain of pain, love, sorry, and glory?
Can you pull aside this cloth and glimpse the answers written on the wall?
Love seen. Love tasted. A glorious future turned away only because thoughts on how to get there differ.
Life is ever this way, is it not?
What more can be said? The beauty of her face like a porcelain doll, flawless. The warmth of her spirit sets blazes in
The souls of all around her. The touch of her hand so soft....so soft. Her lips...........ahh...a treasure that is burned into the mind. Something to torment yourself with when you look to your side and she is gone.
This is my lot in life
This is how it is
This is how it always has been
This is how it will always tend to be.
this has been copywritten by Dammuth Knight 2000
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