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My friend, my enemy.
Contributed by
MickyTwo1984
on
Friday, 17th May 2013 @ 09:22:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Its odd, this happy feeling.
Born from who knows where.
Its awkwardness is empowering.
Is it a perversion of truth?
Or a perversion in itself?
Perhaps a perverse delusion.
Deep down i should feel sorry.
But where i once felt a hollow storm,
I see hope, a place to rest.
Even a stone of course texture,
Cold, a grinding stone for flesh,
Under weight of bone.
Provides me comfort enough rest my head.
Never before this feeling.
The one without a name.
Who are you to be the light that breaks,
To make me the east, when i am where the sun sets.
How dare you search me out in the darkness.
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MickyTwo1984
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2013-05-17 09:22:25] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My friend, my enemy.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Archie on
Friday, 17th May 2013 @ 03:41:51 PM AEST (User
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Interesting write. I would guess you're taking about a love gone sour and you're trying to make it last. I don't know if that's right but that is what I see. |
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