Parting is a sweet sorrow
That hopes more for tomorrow
Than it cares for yesterday,
But,
It fills me with questions
Whose answers would only rend
The things I did for you
When exhausted beyond reason
They way I put you first
Placing me last to do it
Did they register even once
When the dice came tumbling down
Was the love you felt for me
Only ever in my own eyes?
But the harshest truth I seek only in whispers
As it paralyzes me to touch
So simple, but so painful
How long did you laugh at my dreams
While seeking your own?
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Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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"But the harshest truth I seek only in whispers" - amazing lines!