Jack-Knife03.01.98
Jack-knife the hope struck 'gainst inevitable despair. This is my life, left to drown in this emotive pool as I yearn for what I can never obtain; brilliant children lost to the distance eloquent eyes locked away by proximity. Self-destruct the dream, for it is only stardust. Foolish woman, it is not your destiny here with bright intellect and sparkling smile, striking you with happiness ~~ not your fate. Chaos too well known fear of trust too well ingrained and commitment a well-worn joke. Tell me your pretty words ear-candy that I gobble down eager to fall prey to your loving lies. Tell me more. If I could grasp your true heart buried beneath your bitterness as you react to past experiences, I am certain that we might have been more than now we can be yet we both guard too well these hearts. I see you, corner-of-the-eye me watching guarded smiles yet concealing your own; peeking around business concerns flashing those incredible eyes at me and stretching lips into more than business smiles. It matters not what we might have been, yet I weep still for losing it. Murder the hope, my child, my child to save the despair. © 1998, Tara Tambollio |
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