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A million ways
There is us, and we are not in light. A saying that flows through my head day after day… I once held you close and made you happy. In my arms your world was filled with strength and hope, we delighted in our universal alliance, and we were allies. Regardless of the time it took to destroy our love, I can honestly say the love has never died. I hold onto it like an Angel made from the tears of children. My world and your world were very much the same, and I found comfort in your understanding.
This place I must do my duty and wait for years to pass without a message from your life has become a living hell. Your words filled my mind with honest effort, and I did all I could to break away from this life and join with yours. We battled, we fought, and we reconciled through human forgiveness. Those words you said fell lightly upon my heart, and my soul cried for this day to never end. Enraptured by the pain of separation, I go mad and question all that is. Without your presence in my world, I am an empty shell filled with sand by passing time.
Unearth my mind to know you once again, let me be at peace with you. You are my salvation and my friend. I would die for you as surly as any one would~ for the one they loved. Alone on a ship I sail away from you, my captain does not know the way, so I guess at feelings` I was once so certain. These emotions can not be taken away from me; they cling like a bad dream stuck on repetition. The agony of my loss is not confined to one instance; it is relived hour by hour as the burden of walking Baghdad is only silent echoes’ of your voice. A voice once whispering in my ear: comments and sensuality.
Life is made by the warrior; this person does what they must to gain truth. I was only seeking your companionship. A bottle to protect us from the outside reality was shattered the day you refused to know me. In all my days, I do not forget. It is such a strong emotional engraving that the Buddhist would be proud of my progress... I was yours to love and hold, and I remember holding you’ as they now hold me. I am sorry for the angry words I said; it was just another bad day. I feel the saw on the back of my head and realize the angry man is going to separate us forever.
Thomas A Sutor P O Box 2343 Lompoc CA 93438 Rockhawk.com |
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