OH YOU RUN AROUND AND ROUND,

TOO BUSY TO BE STOPPING,

UNTIL SOLITUDE COMES KNOCKING

ON THE DOOR YOU LEFT AJAR.

IF YOU TAKE A LITTLE MOMENT,

LET IT COME ON IN,

YOU WILL SEE HOW MUCH YOU WANTED TO SURRENDER TO IT'S WORLD.

FOR SOLITUDE BRINGS SOLACE,

LIKE A GENTLE RAIN THAT FALLS UPON THE WINDOWS OF YOUR SPIRIT.

IT LULLS YOU INTO SPACES THAT YOU REALLY WANT TO VISIT,

BUT ARE TOO AFRAID TO SEE -

TOO BUSY RUNNING AFTER WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU NEEDED ...

BECAUSE WHEN IT CAME A'KNOCKING

IT ALMOST KNOCKED YOU OFF YOUR FEET.

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It is the speed of the thing
The way it consumes you.

Desire, lustfully tears at your very core,
That sweet essence of life,
The eternal flame ...

Love -

She beats her wings against the windows of your heart,
And beckons you,
Once again, you follow.

You should be so afraid,
Still burning from the sting of her past, careless lashings.

But, somehow braver now, you follow.

Caution is not your friend.

It is an inanimate word that sits,
Not very well upon the anxious tongue.

"I love you" ...

Oh, you dream to say it.

You are so human,
And with humility ... You follow.

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And if I die, would you still love me?
For in my darkest hours and most vulnerable moments,
I see you waiver.
Is love that strong,
That unjudgemental -
Or do we swear in lies?
Love me now, in life,
As I am, as I shout, as I breathe.
Love me now while I cry and cling to you,
Needy and sad.
Love me when I am sweet, loving,
All forgiving.
Love me in the moment, 
The unbridled passionate moment,
And if I die,
Erase what memory you will,
And let me go.

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What wills our insecurity,
When confronted with emotions, uninvited.
We lose all sense of instinct 
Calling upon our fear to make judgment.
It is said, that fear and love
Are the only true emotions created by the heart, 
All else is fabricated in the head,
Created by it, to preserve a desire or a need.
Then why do I stand here
Under the spell of denial, my master,
Not wanting to acknowledge the possibility 
That what I feel isn't real?
I choose not to betray my feelings
I choose not to accept their loss,
And the lack of their imprints on my psyche.
I am not able to live with the ache.
For, what is pain, if not an emotion that has cut my heart in two,
And left my head behind.
 

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