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Don't Find Me!

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Are you out there?

I can see faces but my eyes burn with fire

I just want to see you here in front of me

This isn't your fault or mine

No! Please don't come!

Stay away!

I pray that you don't hear of this, another day!

Oh! Oh! Why?

Stop it!

Please!

Such pain!

It slides up my ankles and knots

My arms are like bands of burning strands

The road before me has carts and slaves passing by

Some glance up at me

Some stop and stand ...

Smile or cry

The autumn wind is both refreshing and chilling

Hips

Thighs

Calves

Shoulders

I scream in abandonment

The sky

The earth

Above and beneath me

A glance or two but they all walk on

I know now what they have to do to survive

I am just the poor girl that could not be quiet

Please my darling do not see me here

I will love you

Will love you

Forever!

Don't look

Don't find me

Please!

Do you wonder sometimes

How does this whole thing work

Is it bliss or does it turn your world around?

Finding that spot

Laying on the soft straw bed

Or is it just thinking of where you've not ever been told was truly honest

That's the separation!

It isn't what you see


I look into the stream but is it really me

The crying in the dark

The hoping that's just flashing color

Perhaps to be for me

Is simply

A statement of another!

Are you out there?


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View attachment 433344 ... Hum, du diable si j'y comprends quelque chose ! :devil: *

... but if the other say that's good, I agree ...:D

(* Damn if I understand something ...)

I spill words, Messa.

Good or not ...

You see or you don't

It's curse or a gift.

I am never sure!


:)
 
Are you out there?

I can see faces but my eyes burn with fire

I just want to see you here in front of me

This isn't your fault or mine

No! Please don't come!

Stay away!

I pray that you don't hear of this, another day!

Oh! Oh! Why?

Stop it!

Please!

Such pain!

It slides up my ankles and knots

My arms are like bands of burning strands

The road before me has carts and slaves passing by

Some glance up at me

Some stop and stand ...

Smile or cry

The autumn wind is both refreshing and chilling

Hips

Thighs

Calves

Shoulders

I scream in abandonment

The sky

The earth

Above and beneath me

A glance or two but they all walk on

I know now what they have to do to survive

I am just the poor girl that could not be quiet

Please my darling do not see me here

I will love you

Will love you

Forever!

Don't look

Don't find me

Please!

Do you wonder sometimes

How does this whole thing work

Is it bliss or does it turn your world around?

Finding that spot

Laying on the soft straw bed

Or is it just thinking of where you've not ever been told was truly honest

That's the separation!

It isn't what you see


I look into the stream but is it really me

The crying in the dark

The hoping that's just flashing color

Perhaps to be for me

Is simply

A statement of another!

Are you out there?


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Strangely blissful... like so many of your poems....XXX
 
I generally read poetry to let the words flow across my consciousness. If I try too hard to make myself "understand" the poem, I probably do it and the poet and injustice. And Siss is a poet, her words like lyrics to a song, and in the right mood, I can hear the "music". :)
 
I exagerate, Siss ...
As usual ...
You know well ...
The problem is ... that you really are talking of you ...
Am I right ?

It's always me in someway, Messa!

Isn't it all a Menagerie?
;)
 
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