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A BITTER DRINK

The bottle of wine …
I killed it to be able to tell you the truth.
My inhibitions loosed so
all that is left is the real story.
My love for you grew from the first.
The worst was trying to deny it existed.
A twisted turn of fate, oh great!
How could this have happened?
My heart had turned off all feelings of such,
It left much to desire for fulfillment’s sake.
I never meant to fall so hard or so deep
just to keep the little allowed.
Disavowed by present standards,
I thought all would go away and stay gone.
Then it dawned on me, is this want I want?
Is it possible to have, to hold, to share?
Do we dare?
Will you disappear when all becomes clearly,
nearly dreams come true.
If you do, I will have to accept and regret all.
Sentenced to a forever of almost,
then, the most I can treasure is the past.
It will always last until the bitter end.
Pour me another will you please?

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A HAUNTING MELODY

Hear the trill and feel the thrill,
the chill it can bring to your soul.
Until all is whole, this love song will do.
It is a song of what used to be.
A song that sends shivers up and down my spine.
Each line whispers of such sweetness and care.
There, in the beauty of rainbows and melodies,
I can see that which used to be.
You and I, enraptured in a romance
that sang of every beautiful word that exists.
We kissed in dreams and
we screamed so loudly from the agony of separation.
No amount of preparation could have made us
ready to accept the actuality of reality's wrong.
This song of love will just have to do.
The memory of days so beautiful
are now destined to remain as just that,
it is nothing but a memory.
I can see now what is before me.
It has no you in its essence.
It is the present and all that comes my way.
Each day I hear the ending notes of this song
I will long for the past to have gone differently.
The melody will haunt me forever.

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God Speaks - No - God SHOUTS In This Book

A Different Perspective