THE TRANSPARENT GLASS...
The transparent glass…
The transparent glass…. What a wonderful pain to be blessed with. I now can see through your lies, and the grievances that lie beneath “It”. “It” is what kept me going. Hoping that I would find something in you that would help define the spirit I most fell in love with…. Wait… There “It” is again. “It” pierces my heart like a thousand swords. When I speak of your name there is only sorrow for the pain that you have caused. Many times I even feel numbness in my hand when I write about you, because there is so much to say. “It” is because of you that I thought I existed. Now I understand that everything in my life that you had to do with, I must erase it, as if “It” was never in existence. In the past you wanted so many things to stay illuminated from the light, things that were disgraceful, despiteful, and impure.
I remember when our eyes first met. It was like the planets had aligned in a heart formation, and the sun along with the moon began to dance in circles around us.
I even remember the smell of your perfume… Every time the essence of it brushes against my nose, my heart beats in triplets. Still to this day I ask myself, “If I could, would I go back and change what has become of us?” But then I come to the reality that all things happen for a reason. Many times, reasons that cant be offered an explanation...
The transparent glass…. What a wonderful pain to be blessed with. I now can see through your lies, and the grievances that lie beneath “It”. “It” is what kept me going. Hoping that I would find something in you that would help define the spirit I most fell in love with…. Wait… There “It” is again. “It” pierces my heart like a thousand swords. When I speak of your name there is only sorrow for the pain that you have caused. Many times I even feel numbness in my hand when I write about you, because there is so much to say. “It” is because of you that I thought I existed. Now I understand that everything in my life that you had to do with, I must erase it, as if “It” was never in existence. In the past you wanted so many things to stay illuminated from the light, things that were disgraceful, despiteful, and impure.
I remember when our eyes first met. It was like the planets had aligned in a heart formation, and the sun along with the moon began to dance in circles around us.
I even remember the smell of your perfume… Every time the essence of it brushes against my nose, my heart beats in triplets. Still to this day I ask myself, “If I could, would I go back and change what has become of us?” But then I come to the reality that all things happen for a reason. Many times, reasons that cant be offered an explanation...
how well defined deep if i must say it's more like you are speaking about rather speaking to more than just one inparticular. it touch on so many levels, it's more as an unspoken pain that runs deep within your soul which has no name