Im a poet and i wish i had no reason know it.
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Is it denial or shame or sadness or what
that keeps the possible truth from healing the cut
that was once a wound, quick, thin and narrow
caused by the edges of little cupid's arrow
that deeply pierced the hearts fleshy tissue
and cured and solved all but one issue:
the lack thereof the sweet embrace
of the other half, and thier soft face.
and so it left a scar, unseen, unfelt
until a heavy blow to it was dealt,
powered by the sudden cesation of all that had been,
and thus the wound did open again.
Call me overly optomistic, call me stupid or just call me a dork,
but i dont see why this cant or shouldnt work.
you say that we have nothing in common, and i know that's not true
because when you say "I love you", I say "I love you, too".
but isnt that just it? isnt it worth fighting for?
then why do you insist that we not be together anymore?
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Is it denial or shame or sadness or what
that keeps the possible truth from healing the cut
that was once a wound, quick, thin and narrow
caused by the edges of little cupid's arrow
that deeply pierced the hearts fleshy tissue
and cured and solved all but one issue:
the lack thereof the sweet embrace
of the other half, and thier soft face.
and so it left a scar, unseen, unfelt
until a heavy blow to it was dealt,
powered by the sudden cesation of all that had been,
and thus the wound did open again.
Call me overly optomistic, call me stupid or just call me a dork,
but i dont see why this cant or shouldnt work.
you say that we have nothing in common, and i know that's not true
because when you say "I love you", I say "I love you, too".
but isnt that just it? isnt it worth fighting for?
then why do you insist that we not be together anymore?
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