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Shall I abide in this dull world which in thy absence is no better than a sty? ::


Shall I abide in this dull world which in thy absence is no better than a sty?
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by Muresan Laura [laurakm2005]

2007-11-18  |     | 



It’s simply broken glass which strives
So hardly to get deeper and deeper
Each piece mirrors a blue piece
of my heart, a flame-like part of your face,
another recognition of the fact that I….
cannot forget, I…cannot get over it
I… love… adore, forgive once more
and nonetheless glaze into glacial eyes.
Chaste cliché, the word has subjugated my life.
But, shall I abide in this dull world
which in thy absence is no better than a sty?
What I’ve got I shelter inside and still
the question stays: how do I compete with them?
Waning away like an open flower although
they might deny it.
What am I supposed to do now, when…
everything that I thought was right, is wrong?
They won’t help for their narrow strength
arises such a solitaire an answer.
So let my blue eyes be green once more,
let me jump off that paved cloud
with the bravest bird on my right arm
and let him sing the song forever
…”Did you really have to die for me?”
Yell my name when I’m half way above the ground
Do you think it will be worth it?
I softly faint before you turn around
Thy warm hands shall stop embracing my heart
Only that memory of who I used to be, where I came from,
what I offered you when everything looked cruel
will live on your lips...for an eternity.

Friday, 16 November 2007
12:58:59
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