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Your prescence
exhibits an overwhelming lure
that binds me.
Your gift of understanding is the reason
time has become our friend.
The way you dance past my defences
to nurture my truths and point out hope
became the fire that drives me.

My gratitude now couples a yearning
to raise mirror to your being,
to repay your love.
But you are too busy giving
to notice me waiting for my turn.
I feel ready now,
for you to let my understanding roam free
from your control.
Allow me closer, to see.

Please let me in.





Beulah

My thoughts long after the smell of sunshine
in your eyes.
A kingdom I would pay to breathe your air.
The hardest part is knowing your skin
beckons hurt.
Fragile is the essence of your name,
the soft irony of a young blossom
waving at the storm.

This invisible wall between us
is not an obstacle but a necessity
to keep you from knowing me.
The struggle I wage inside
is not for your eyes.
The hardest part is admitting
my tendency to hurt.
(everyone)

I need you to heal me.

-Svw



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Confessions
Date: Sunday, 2nd May 2010 @ 03:50:29 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: clayman
Osric

Your prescence
exhibits an overwhelming lure
that binds me.
Your gift of understanding is the reason
time has become our friend.
The way you dance past my defences
to nurture my truths and point out hope
became the fire that drives me.

My gratitude now couples a yearning
to raise mirror to your being,
to repay your love.
But you are too busy giving
to notice me waiting for my turn.
I feel ready now,
for you to let my understanding roam free
from your control.
Allow me closer, to see.

Please let me in.





Beulah

My thoughts long after the smell of sunshine
in your eyes.
A kingdom I would pay to breathe your air.
The hardest part is knowing your skin
beckons hurt.
Fragile is the essence of your name,
the soft irony of a young blossom
waving at the storm.

This invisible wall between us
is not an obstacle but a necessity
to keep you from knowing me.
The struggle I wage inside
is not for your eyes.
The hardest part is admitting
my tendency to hurt.
(everyone)

I need you to heal me.

-Svw



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