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rust
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Sunday, 12th June 2011 @ 01:03:43 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Rusted edges remain of the shell of our love.
Rough and somewhat dangerous to touch,
but I can't help feeling as I remember the shine,
the smell, the feeling of closeness.
These twisted memories.
They remind me of the good I lost.
I'm not sure if I want to find it again
because,if I do
then how could it be special?
If I don't
how do I remove this feeling?
Maybe the rust will consume all and I will be free?
I'll move to the coast...
There I'll discover time,
the waves will remind me-
they don't stop and think
they relentlessly perform
for it is necessary and beautiful.
There is no beauty to be found in pondering,
wondering why?
Hopefully I will gain perspective
and realise that I am not mourning for lost love
I am mourning for lost time.
Use yours wisely.
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poeticjestix
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2011-06-12 01:03:43] (Date/Time posted on
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