Dying

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    • truthislight
    • Life has a way of throwing unexpected things... I just have to learn to catch them before they hit my heart.

    Dying

    Just like the wind... he starts to change

    Don’t know the reason behind this sudden revelation… but he’s acting really strange

    Emails and phone calls suddenly stop… and my mind begins to wonder

    What has brought this love affair we once had to a complete halt?

    Me being the woman I am… I try to not to panic…

    Something isn’t right…. But I’m not gonna pry. I’ll wait ‘til the moment presents itself

    And like light the truth will be seen

    The truth will reveal if he was really real with the things he told me

    Or were they all a dream… that I fabricated in my mind… just to pass away the time

    It can’t be… I couldn’t possibly do that

    My ears heard what they heard… Love and Truth came forth from his lips

    And like water from a well… I indulged and took a sip

    I know my eyes saw the man that lay in my bed many nights

    Reassuring me that this… this feeling… this Love was right

    I know my spirit felt what it felt… because during our time of love making

    My body was partaking…. All of him.

    Every stroke sent tingles up my spine… to my mind… and in that moment I was processing Love

     

    Love… an emotion I once feared… I was now embracing

    Love … an emotion I once feared…. Now had me racing to see his face… hear his voice… kiss his lips…

    Love made me feel like I had no choice

    Like air I need to breathe him… and water… it is necessary to taste him… drink him until every last drop is gone

    Now I know something is wrong…..

    My mind must be confused… This can’t be right

    It seems his Love…

     Is…

     Equivalent….

    To…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

    …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

    ……………..Life……………………………………………………………………………………………………….

    …………………………………………………….And I’m dying!

     

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    Iliketoflyaway commented on Dying

    08-16-2012

    The whole last versus is raw and full of emotions. great work

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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