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Array ( [sid] => 168576 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Story of Tantalus [time] => 2011-11-14 07:27:17 [hometext] => [bodytext] =>
Stretch these arms of mine to heaven’s fruit.
Scream this voice of mine to the sound of a mute
Let me suckle the sweet skin, like I did so enjoy
My arms, extend! A helpless ploy

Once before I grasped this fruit, delicious as it was
Though confused was I and thats because
How many times I enjoyed this same fruit?
Gnawed away at it like the brute
Instead the taste I should savor
Though now I’m without this flavor
And as I stretch my arms a little further you run
Run little fruit climb the branches further, loved one
How did I not realize? As I grabbed at her
Memory of her sweetness now but a blur

Alas I look up into the sky, and see the fruit dangling
Here on the earth I stand wrangling
With the Gods pleading to hold it yet again in my hand
But even 100 of me stacked up could not stand
As tall as that tree who holds my fruit.
I wish I could stop grabbing out for you, sweet fruit.

Even though I can never reach you, why is my arm extended?
Had I waited to make my move, would you have descended?
I cannot even see you now fruit, you are too high in the heavens.
Curse my wretched arm, that continues to reach
Crackling joints rip as I continue to reach
I take one arm and pull the other and reach
And reach



[comments] => 0 [counter] => 112 [topic] => 22 [informant] => withoutaheart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
Story of Tantalus

Contributed by withoutaheart on Monday, 14th November 2011 @ 07:27:17 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



Stretch these arms of mine to heaven’s fruit.
Scream this voice of mine to the sound of a mute
Let me suckle the sweet skin, like I did so enjoy
My arms, extend! A helpless ploy

Once before I grasped this fruit, delicious as it was
Though confused was I and thats because
How many times I enjoyed this same fruit?
Gnawed away at it like the brute
Instead the taste I should savor
Though now I’m without this flavor
And as I stretch my arms a little further you run
Run little fruit climb the branches further, loved one
How did I not realize? As I grabbed at her
Memory of her sweetness now but a blur

Alas I look up into the sky, and see the fruit dangling
Here on the earth I stand wrangling
With the Gods pleading to hold it yet again in my hand
But even 100 of me stacked up could not stand
As tall as that tree who holds my fruit.
I wish I could stop grabbing out for you, sweet fruit.

Even though I can never reach you, why is my arm extended?
Had I waited to make my move, would you have descended?
I cannot even see you now fruit, you are too high in the heavens.
Curse my wretched arm, that continues to reach
Crackling joints rip as I continue to reach
I take one arm and pull the other and reach
And reach







Copyright © withoutaheart ... [ 2011-11-14 07:27:17]
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