No° 30
Contributed by
Masterlink159
on
Sunday, 6th February 2011 @ 08:49:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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The Old and the New lie within unknowingly.
Old love, New love.
For the Old shall be, but no less.
The New shall be, but more.
One cannot exist if the other abides,
A double-sided coin.
The Wanter wanting both,
Alas, Time was the judge.
The New, the supreme, the love.
The Old, 'twas too late.
A cut, a searingly deep, cold cut.
Shall it ever be healed?
Alas, Time is the judge,
For Time is lord.
Time is sovereignty,
Time,
Endless time...
Time, the healing one,
A scarred crevasse, healed through regret.
The New's supremacy is eternity,
Although the Old, just for one night.
A single few hours of dark remorse.
For first love to be casted away,
Only to be returned for those honest hours.
Original feeling intertwined and mixed.
Still Old love shall never be, but it will be.
A new bond is formed, a strong bond.
The wanter shall always be with the New.
As for the Old...
Forever in mind, forever in heart...
Brotherhood.
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