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Deep lines of age can be hard to draw. Let’s explore our souls. 

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Thorns/Forest

From “Sonnets from Song of Songs”
I. (Thorns/Forest)
I tried to write you a sonnet; it wouldn’t work.
Here’s what I would write if you weren’t crazy
was the way it started. But you are crazy
so I just let the laptop screen go dark.
I wouldn’t be writing if you weren’t crazy;
you’d be here in the house somewhere, just back
from the morning’s carpools, not that we’d talk:
you’d be off again on errands; I’d be busy
writing poems that now seem ill-conceived–
not one of them a love poem. Too late.
You could read The Song of Songs . I felt like that,
which explains how I lived the way I lived.
I was fearless once; I chose the rarest
apple tree among the trees of the forest. ”

Thorns/Forest

From “Sonnets from Song of Songs”
I. (Thorns/Forest)
I tried to write you a sonnet; it wouldn’t work.
Here’s what I would write if you weren’t crazy
was the way it started. But you are crazy
so I just let the laptop screen go dark.
I wouldn’t be writing if you weren’t crazy;
you’d be here in the house somewhere, just back
from the morning’s carpools, not that we’d talk:
you’d be off again on errands; I’d be busy
writing poems that now seem ill-conceived–
not one of them a love poem. Too late.
You could read The Song of Songs . I felt like that,
which explains how I lived the way I lived.
I was fearless once; I chose the rarest
apple tree among the trees of the forest. ”

It’s taken time dear heart.

…. But I still miss him, all the dreams we shared, all the love, everything, I can’t imagine he’s gone“(her)

Time is a healer, let it do its thing, let go and let God. (she said to her)

……….. Then suddenly vikki’s words are coming to pass, it’s slowly fading away. You don’t think of him no more, you don’t care how he’s living it all up. You’re suddenly free, you don’t know what to do with this new freedom. Yo’ smile has changed, back then caffeine was the only damn thing that could restore your common sense but these days you can go a day or two without. Days back you wanted to blur this line because you thought you was too weak, as pissy as It but look at you, there’s some sorta vicious venom that runs through these veins.

Remose, nostalgia, sad quotes, poems and novels have become scrapped off completely. You finally get a grip of yourself, your sinful mouth is all curved with a ghost of a smile as you stride through life. You simply flip the extensions of your hair as you pace with focus. The world’s watching, smiles everywhere, you spark different, your glow never shimmers, everyone wants a piece of you, you become supremely contained, agile and confident in your lead. God knows you’re too stubborn to quit without a fight. Your heart is battling your hurt, you’re winning.

Try

“I wanted to write about leaving. About leaving him.
About leaving pain behind. I wanted to characterise it
as an act of bravery; as an act of freedom. The writer
in me wanted to turn it into something beautiful. But
the truth is it wasn’t beautiful. It was just leaving, it
was just leaving. It was just walking away with a
throat full of pebbles and trying not to choke.”

Ask

Love is a complex, unexplainable, unfathomable
thing. Sometimes, it is beautiful. And sometimes it
is ugly. And sometimes we let it become our
everything and we let it destroy us.
And, because of that, sometimes we have to let it
go.

Mirage

I think,“ she said, “the greatest heartbreaks
are the ones that you never saw coming.
“They take you by surprise, when you’re
totally unprepared.
“They hurt,” she said, “because you never
imagined that they would happen. They hurt
because you never imagined that they could.”