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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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It's just as well for all I've seen
I'm thinking too much tonight. Thoughts of time passed and my inability to express these thoughts. My failure at trying to be a person of no regrets, yet regret builds a maze of paradox within a logical mind. How could I have done it any other way? Was it possible to shield my heart and still my tongue? To tell myself that giving up early was the best option?No. I would not have given up. That is the stubbornness of me, blinding logic with love, and loving till I don't. The crassness of ending relationships sounds so vulgar against the valour and idealism of eternal love, that simply not loving anymore is not an option. A contradiction of what love is. Or is it? 'Saving myself the heartbreak' just doesn't work for me. And though I know how much it hurts, many times over, i'd still do it again. And again. And again. And honestly? It scares the fuck out of me. It makes me feel a little fragile. A little thin. But if I can't trust you, who can I trust? In every heart there is a room, |