Before your arrival I was cemented into the ground.
Caught between the battle of perpetual crossroads.
Slowly my world intertwined with yours.
Day after day I watched your hair dance to a new day’s light.
I saw your grandeur when your eyes caressed my skin.
I felt the promise of forever with the sound of your voice.
I was consumed and shattered by you.
You were the difference between knowing gravity and falling for the first time.
No pedastal could have held the weight of your goddessness.
You became my religion, manipulating my reason for being.
I lived without the need of air, no sustenance compaired to your supply.
You were an angel until I saw your broken wings.
Your departure has left me walking amongst ghosts.
And I still don’t know how to live without your love.
Submitted: October 02, 2021
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Marvelous testimony, again perfectly presented in second person narrative for impact. "You became my religion" - certainly emphasizes influence.
Mon, October 4th, 2021 2:36am
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Thank you!
Mon, October 4th, 2021 4:47am
Over 1/2 century on this planet has convinced me otherwise!
Tue, October 5th, 2021 8:34am
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The most broken of wings, with application of love & a healing hand, still have capacity to bear the healed to new heights; When applied with faith & believing, to escalate a being to an altitude of perception at a higher plain!!!!
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...Unfortunately, not always the case.
Mon, October 4th, 2021 5:18am