She lost her way
In the arms of the unknown
A cover soft and gentle
Too true to be left alone
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He stormed into her life
Disguised as a charmer
Seeps into her red folds
Her knight and shining amour
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Unknown, she’s captured in a corner
Lost in a world of a horror
Seeing what she wants, ignoring her heart murmur
Tortured by his absence, over and over
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Beneath her beautiful was a scar,
A soul with strings like a guitar
Played a melody of a heart in despair
She danced in her river through the nausea of mal de mer
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In a world where only he exists,
In a world, she came to know,
One day at a time, she lost him
Someone she never had – someone she couldn’t let go.
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Beautifully written ❤
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So much of longing is the soul’s discontent. It is sometimes projected onto a fantasy person who is only tangentially connected to the real person who has come into the life of the soul sufferer. This is particularly problematic if the shadow person sifting in and out of the soul sufferer’s life is adroit in plucking love melodies from the soul strings. The anguish remains as a solitary dance of her own long after the soul player has moved on (assuming that that person had ever really been there in the first place). I am reminded of one of my favorite ABBA music videos: “The Day Before You Came.” What you have written is so beautiful and haunting.
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An isolation surely. I sense the characteristics of a personified germ. LOL! Wonderfully expressed!
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Thank you 😊.
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You are welcome Monique. Hope you are at a great start of your week! Cheers!
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Great writing and encompasses many emotions
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Thank you ❤
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