Oh short our time is together.
I know that our time spent is but a wisp of wind.
Yet somehow on a level that is deeper than we realize it is already more.
I am but a lowly hunter in a big world.
You are a gem that has been damaged.
Yet I see the beauty beneath.
How I wish to tell you of that beauty I see.
Soon, soon loved one I will.
I pray for your soul.
That you be preserved through the fires.
I pray that through them you will come to see as I have seen.
This lowly hunter sits here ready to take you into his arms.
Ready to take you to a better place.
Oh now I hope you understand how I feel.
It really is the real thing my Gem.
It is a strange thing meeting you here
Though we have known each other for a long span
We have not stood in the others presence
There was a long journey
That we both set out on together
As the sun beat down hard on the many companions that were with us
The stress of the journey became too much for some
Across the way we saw an oasis
A place to rest
Some said it is a mirage
Most believe it was real and set out to find it
Since we were unable to make our own way we chose to stay with those whom we held close
Unfortunately that was not each other
As our journeys continued on
We both faced disappointment and happiness
The day came
Many years ago; it seems, we began a journey together
There were no others there with us
We shared almost every moment together
The memories; O how precious they were to us
Then the unthinkable
Separation from the arms of love
We were forbade solace together
The heart waned for the fellowship
I know that I wondered through that wilderness searching for others who would be true
Never forgetting what we had once shared,br />
Wondering if you felt the same
Seeing you in the crowd and you turning away from me
As did I for that was the law
We did all that which we were instructed
You were evil and vile
A scourge on this earth
But l
Your warmth is good to me
Yet if I get to close you burn me
Oh how I desire you in my life
But you hate me and all that I have done
All my accomplishments you burned up
What have I done to deserve such treatment from you?
I have given you nothing but love
In your case you have taken it as fuel for your raging inferno
You eat up anything that comes into your path
You are growing larger and more dangerous to those around you
I shield my face from you because you have become too hot for one to look on
I once settled into your warm glow
Now I am running for my life away from your horrible fury
Oh fire how I wish you would return to w
Dancer I stare at you so intently your image is burned into my eyes.
Dancer I have studied your every form and move.
Dancer I have memorized your stance.
Dancer I know every move before you move.
Dancer I am in fact infatuated by your beauty, and the way you carry.
Dancer I admire everything about you.
Dancer When you are gone I cannot put you out of my mind.
Dancer I know it is trivial but you are my obsession.
There are things I do places I go just because of you.
Just because of you I have changed my very stance.
Just because of you I have risked everything to gain your hand.
I thrust my arm in the out to make you notice my exis
I stand outside this house
In the wind and the cold
I see within you sitting in the warmth
You and the rest
But I turn from this and depart
For I no longer have a desire to be numbered with you.
Who were we?
We were something?
We were exclusive.
We were the talk of the town!
Now I am the enemy
Because I left you
You the club are still together
And I stand in the cold looking in
But I would rather be an outsider
For what we did was cruel
And now I am the victim of your cruelty
It is better this way
For I have no desire to come back in.
You can have your club and your exclusivity
I have chosen to leave you
I would rather be
Dead Honesty
Black is the night
And cold is its grip
Just like your lies and deceit
Did you take a moment to consider my feelings?
Or were you too focused on your selfish endeavors to even consider another?
You reap what you sow
The reaper will come along for you
I only hope that you have sowed a few good things
You burned me with fire
I fell to the ground
But I have been raised from the ashes a better man
Unfortunately for you through all this
It shows you are not the person that you could be
Rise above!
Be a real person!
Honesty is not dead to you!
I will never give you a chance to burn me again
But another already has
Do
Oh short our time is together.
I know that our time spent is but a wisp of wind.
Yet somehow on a level that is deeper than we realize it is already more.
I am but a lowly hunter in a big world.
You are a gem that has been damaged.
Yet I see the beauty beneath.
How I wish to tell you of that beauty I see.
Soon, soon loved one I will.
I pray for your soul.
That you be preserved through the fires.
I pray that through them you will come to see as I have seen.
This lowly hunter sits here ready to take you into his arms.
Ready to take you to a better place.
Oh now I hope you understand how I feel.
It really is the real thing my Gem.
It is a strange thing meeting you here
Though we have known each other for a long span
We have not stood in the others presence
There was a long journey
That we both set out on together
As the sun beat down hard on the many companions that were with us
The stress of the journey became too much for some
Across the way we saw an oasis
A place to rest
Some said it is a mirage
Most believe it was real and set out to find it
Since we were unable to make our own way we chose to stay with those whom we held close
Unfortunately that was not each other
As our journeys continued on
We both faced disappointment and happiness
The day came
Many years ago; it seems, we began a journey together
There were no others there with us
We shared almost every moment together
The memories; O how precious they were to us
Then the unthinkable
Separation from the arms of love
We were forbade solace together
The heart waned for the fellowship
I know that I wondered through that wilderness searching for others who would be true
Never forgetting what we had once shared,br />
Wondering if you felt the same
Seeing you in the crowd and you turning away from me
As did I for that was the law
We did all that which we were instructed
You were evil and vile
A scourge on this earth
But l
Your warmth is good to me
Yet if I get to close you burn me
Oh how I desire you in my life
But you hate me and all that I have done
All my accomplishments you burned up
What have I done to deserve such treatment from you?
I have given you nothing but love
In your case you have taken it as fuel for your raging inferno
You eat up anything that comes into your path
You are growing larger and more dangerous to those around you
I shield my face from you because you have become too hot for one to look on
I once settled into your warm glow
Now I am running for my life away from your horrible fury
Oh fire how I wish you would return to w
Dancer I stare at you so intently your image is burned into my eyes.
Dancer I have studied your every form and move.
Dancer I have memorized your stance.
Dancer I know every move before you move.
Dancer I am in fact infatuated by your beauty, and the way you carry.
Dancer I admire everything about you.
Dancer When you are gone I cannot put you out of my mind.
Dancer I know it is trivial but you are my obsession.
There are things I do places I go just because of you.
Just because of you I have changed my very stance.
Just because of you I have risked everything to gain your hand.
I thrust my arm in the out to make you notice my exis
I stand outside this house
In the wind and the cold
I see within you sitting in the warmth
You and the rest
But I turn from this and depart
For I no longer have a desire to be numbered with you.
Who were we?
We were something?
We were exclusive.
We were the talk of the town!
Now I am the enemy
Because I left you
You the club are still together
And I stand in the cold looking in
But I would rather be an outsider
For what we did was cruel
And now I am the victim of your cruelty
It is better this way
For I have no desire to come back in.
You can have your club and your exclusivity
I have chosen to leave you
I would rather be
Dead Honesty
Black is the night
And cold is its grip
Just like your lies and deceit
Did you take a moment to consider my feelings?
Or were you too focused on your selfish endeavors to even consider another?
You reap what you sow
The reaper will come along for you
I only hope that you have sowed a few good things
You burned me with fire
I fell to the ground
But I have been raised from the ashes a better man
Unfortunately for you through all this
It shows you are not the person that you could be
Rise above!
Be a real person!
Honesty is not dead to you!
I will never give you a chance to burn me again
But another already has
Do
Tragic news is in the wind,
Flowing down the river,
It knocks politely before sneaking in,
It nudges the bell over the door that opens a crack.
A stab in the dark,
Hard in the back.
Endings Are Beginnings by BottledButterfly, literature
Literature
Endings Are Beginnings
She sat on a broken rail. The shadows from an unkempt lantern splayed over her like grabbing hands. The rail was old and rusted. Its gross auburn color took over the once shiny, bright silver. The bolts were tight in the odd angles age had given them. There was no sky above her head. Only arching, aging concrete that blocked her sobbing cries a long while ago from being heard by comforting ears.
Bare feet were callused heavily, and scars of cuts unattended too littered her legs and arms. Grime had its place too on her haggard clothing, and the girl's once kind face. In her hands she held something broken, something she had tried to sow and m
Plastic faces suffocate
With stitched on smiles.
Tie knots on the ends,
And pray they won't
Come undone.
Let us wear a mask
With glued on eyes
And feathers and
When the make up
Washes off,
We'll watch it
Blend into mixes
Of disgusting colors as it
Spirals down the drain.
If our faces chip
Or fade away,
Just paint on a new expression.
Yesterday's frowns
Are prettier than tomorrow's
Smiles.
Playing make believe isn't as
Fun anymore
And we're running
Out of clothes
To play dress up,
So let's draw a pretty picture
And tack it up
On the wall.
You and I are in it
And we can pretend
We're birds without wings.
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