Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils."
~ Lorenzo from Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice (V, i, 83-85)
The Separation
Wednesday, October 7, 2009If only for a moment I could hold you again,
That softness enveloping my arms
for a seemingly eternal moment. If only
For a moment, just a moment, I could
give you that love you asked of me.
Yet my fragile heart cannot be moved:
No longer are the buds of emotion there -
That tree has been long since emptied.
This imposed winter will not pass,
And the heart that was broken remains broken.
If only for a moment, I could look at you
And not see disgust - If only I could
bring myself to forgive the unforgivable.
But the wounds are fresh - my back bleeds
from your betrayal. It cannot be undone.
Yet here I am, looking longingly
As you float away, towards the sun,
Feeling not my hell, but your peace.
You have chosen freedom, and I -
I have chosen regret.
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Hi Wella! Thanks for stopping by. I haven’t been able to write here in awhile but I’m glad you liked the stuff that’s already here =)
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hi..i just randomly arrived at your blog and i have to say i like your works. it is so profound and deep and anyone could relate to it in a simple way..i’ll be frequenting your site..c:
Posted by wella at December 16, 2009, 10:48 am