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Vision
She is the object
of my every want, my every desire.
How I long to hear her sweet voice
call my name and know that she is with me.
I cannot bear to remove her
from my sight, from my mind,
but I must -
for I am but a man,
unworthy
to gaze upon the countenance
of an angel.
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Animosity
I can feel her icy stare
settle upon me from across
the room.
I can sense the utter contempt
and disgust she feels.
To her I am nothing -
less than nothing.
I am merely an obstacle
in her path to glory.
As her gorgon's gaze intensifies,
I can feel my guts turn to water;
my spine turns to jelly.
I know that she despises me with
every ounce of her being.
I raise my head to meet her gaze;
I mirror her chilling stare,
sending daggers of hatred back at her.
Then suddenly, quickly, she looks away
and I know I have won this battle,
but not the war.
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Distance
Often I have seen her -
her beautiful body,
her flowing hair.
Not long have I known her,
but in that time I have come to love her.
But my timid heart will not allow
me
to express myself.
Words that would have flattered and impressed
become mangled and their meaning lost.
How I wish to take her from the one who claims her -
he is unworthy and undeserving of her love.
He knows naught of the meaning of the word.
Long have I wished to take her in my arms and comfort her pain,
a pain that runs deep and has marked her emotions.
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Emptiness
I miss her -
more than I thought -
more than I can imagine.
I miss the sweet sound of her voice,
the calm feeling I felt when
we were together,
the warmth of her body when I
held her,
the bright light she brought
to my life.
I know that there will be others, but
God,
I miss her.
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I Don't Know...
Why did we part?
Why.
Why?
I don't know.
What did I say?
What did I do?
Was it me or was it her?
I don't know.
Did I expect too much?
Did I expect it too quickly?
What wasn't there?
I don't know.
Why must I be so unsure,
so timid?
Why do I think
and then not act?
Why am I so willing and
yet so weak?
Don't I know?
I don't know.
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The Cycle
Hypocrite -
Defiler of sacred ideals -
Liar of grandiose magnitude -
Destroyer of hopes, loves, lives -
he is all of these and more.
My very being chafes at this nature.
Is this what I desire to be?
Is this what I am destined to become?
I say nay!
But is it nobler to live with
unutterable pain than to suffer others
to hear of your problems?
O! But to ony speak and end the strife,
but mayhap end a friendship that has endured many years,
trials, tribulations.
If mere words can destroy years.
was there any friendship to begin with?
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