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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Love, Be Damned

“From talking to swearing to loving, if any part of it was even a little true, there won't be regret and I'd love to be wrong. What if none of it was ever true and I overlooked things as being in misery. Even if an inch of my fear is true, I don't think I'll ever find a way to come out of that shallow dampness that tears will bring for being so blind. I don't want to die like this, decaying every inch every day cursing memory. I want to die warm in bed with a cat around. If you've ever lied to me, just don't let me know about it -ever. If you never lied, make me believe that. Don’t give up on me; I ain’t giving up on you.”

Thought of you when I was drunk;
no other thing I’d see,
and heaven knows I sorrow most;
when you’re not around me.

Honey, your absence is pain;
like a bruise exposed to fire,
all the sympathies are in vain;
when I have this burning desire.

May the love, be damned;
roses turned pale that blossomed in red,
my world dissolved in sorrow;
and I lament in bed.

When it’s eerie silence;
blue waves hit the shore,
I couldn't recognize my own shadow;
that’s when I long for you even more.

That’s how I will die;
as the particles of dust,
memories will fade away;
and my bones will turn to rust.

May the love, be damned;
lost in your thoughts I die,
with no proof of my existence;
I will resign and say goodbye.


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