Longing is an ache,
walking a lonely path,
covered with fallen leaves.
Longing is steel,
shackled to my feet,
painting red the shadows of eves.
Longing is an ache,
walking a lonely path,
covered with fallen leaves.
Longing is steel,
shackled to my feet,
painting red the shadows of eves.

A poem about mending each other, only to discover the mirror breaks again.
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Neither you were broken, nor I, when I met you first,
only the mirror was broken into a thousand pieces
Neither you were crushed, nor I, when we met at our worst,
only the world was folded into a thousand creases
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We picked up the pieces with bleeding fingers,
our love just made the mirror whole once again
Arranging the shining puzzle on a matrix of red,
unfolding the creases, we removed every stain
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I chose to polish you, and you chose to polish me;
I showed you the beauty, playing sweet violins
I chose to strengthen you, and you chose to strengthen me;
you showed me how the real affection begins
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I showed you the colors, vibrant and fragrant;
I embraced your troubles and kissed away your tears
You showed me how to make the ultimate surrender;
supporting my struggles, you pushed away my fears
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We loved and we fought, and we made up again,
we found some warmth under the cold, dead frost
We agreed and we disagreed, and settled what we could,
we cried bitterly, when we thought all was lost
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Towards the end, we became a wholesome one,
cherishing our victory, thinking that’s what peace is
With our souls entwined, we thought we had won,
but the mirror broke again, into a thousand pieces
Once there was……………………………
too less a time and much to do.
Too little air and much to breathe.
Too less a space and much to woo.
Too little energy and much to reap.
Too limited a vision and much to see.
Too small a mind and much to learn.
Too limited a wisdom and much taken to be free.
Too small a choice and many boats to burn.
The house of God was in order, bowing angels in attendance.
Death begged admittance, wrapped intimately in dark shadows.
“What do you want ….. the most despised conception of mine?”,
the Godly voice thundered.

Perhaps it was never really love—only obsession wearing a beautiful mask.
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Let you and me sit in the dark glen of misery,
and turn the faded pages of our long-lost history
The words have evaporated into the space and time,
while our souls were dancing their egoistic mime
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Let you and me play the symphony of bitter loss,
and try to trace our names in the wet green moss
The moisture has dried, the fragrance is gone,
while our patience was waiting for another dawn
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Let you and me sit under the old and bent trees,
and collect the shattered pieces of sun on bent knees
The leaves have all dried and are crumbling into bits,
while we were fighting each other to the end of our wits
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Let you and me think of passion spent and gone stale,
and recollect broken dreams, faded and already pale
They have receded into oblivion, the vision has died,
while we were pursuing our desires on a high tide
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Let you and me cry and scream our hearts out,
and try to fill in the cracks left behind by drought
The cracks are widening with the passage of time,
while we thought forgiving was an unthinkable crime
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Let you and me hold each other under the stars,
and find solace in intimacy, which was never really ours
The kisses have gone bland, and the embraces so cold,
while we stood against each other, feeling so bold
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Let you and me erase each other and forget what we had,
and allow our longing to die instead of rotting and going bad
The stink is burning our eyes and bringing unwanted tears,
while we focused on our ambition and our very own fears
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Let you and me say farewell and forget we were in love,
and permit our hearts to heal like a wounded dove
Perhaps it was never love that we thought we had,
perhaps it was just a crazy obsession, making us both mad