how horrifically sad
when love comes at the last
he is so much older
more complex
sadder
than she shall ever be
he pays her rent
lifts her when she’s down
knows her better than she knows herself
and will die far too soon
how can she trade the endless years of her life
for his moments?
how can love be so curel
that it gives only to snatch back
how can she watch hin die?
die
die
die
she chants it to herself
to him behind his back
to the most unfair of the gods – Love
would that she had never met this god . . .
would that he had never called her name and made her love him
would that he would just. . .
and he says
i shall love you forever. . .
She doesn’t know what she is missing. Real love is ageless.
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no -i can only assume her biological objectives sre rewriting her operating system – Thanks V btw – this wasa real rendering from inside a resturaunt
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I was reading my own stuff into your poem. I do see what you are saying. It helps to know the back story.
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i love the way you read my work
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