Hurt me.
It used to feel good.
Now it echoes thru
the halls of my
soul,
reminding me that
time is passing.
How long before it
all sighs to a
halt
and I die.
I wish I knew.
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what may be mistaken for enigma
may be merely shyness
How far away when so close
Hard to imagine a tougher spot
What I wouldn't give to know you
and you shut the door resoundingly
I am not so brave
as to try again
and it hurts.
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Never put a person on a pedestal
most can't step off without falling
And in the failing your world
will shattered
Never place your expectations
on a mere image
The picture will taint as it ages
and leave you with nothing
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(wow. Depressing aren't I?)
We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James