Dearest,

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  • Lost Love

    Dearest,


    How this world perplexes me in this angst of merely getting by? How am I baffled by likes of which I can no longer fathom and I know not why? Beloved you’re all that makes sense in this Topsy-turvy world. But yet I am constantly mock and ridiculed with facts that even though you are mine I still can't have you. I wake to find your not there. I shut my eyes longing for your lips. For even as I wake my thoughts consist of only you. Why can’t I have you? For deeply plunged in my abdomen this question burns. Burn with relentless anguish! Are you not mine? Why are the fates so cruel, to even see you at all? Though you are there I need you here and my heart bleeds to breathe the morning dew of eternity. As I lay slain in these wounds of yearning knowing those wounds are yours too. I ask with blood shot eyes God why? Screaming tearing out my heart God why? All I ask is to just make it with my precious dove by my side? Lord knows I have cried ‘til my face turned blue I have cried. All in my want of you. If that does not say I love you then I have failed. For in these words “I love you” become more putrid in every passing. They need not be said for they are more true then the very sun that blinds us. So intense, so immense it seems to be need-less-to-say! So let your lips say it for you. Let your body do the talking. Know that words have become nothing even when they mean everything to me. If I have learned nothing then what we are today matters the most. As I long to take you and be in that which I truly deserve! Open your eyes a little bit further and see. My wings have been clipped for you and I can never be happier. But I am not one to be caged for my love for you it seems as if it were so. I need to be there! I need to hold you in every passing light. I want to take you and not feel as though I can’t! Still I cannot though I try and try I fail. Fail in what I was born to be. So empty very, very empty. Incomplete I look in this mirror in disgust. I am told you are mine THEN why can’t it be!? I have been patient! I am done with this accursed waiting and waiting! 25 years I have waited and I have found you! Finally I have found you! COME TO ME!!!!!!! Angel I am lost drowned in the sirens song longing so much for purpose a purpose of love and to be loved. is it to much to ask of one person? Were many have failed before you. You know you are my first so how could this be? I’ll tell that even embers burn in family. Longing to be excepted always seem rejected will I ever be vindicated.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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