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Have the years Have all the years of discontent and disappointment Diminished Your love for me? Or is there still some left?
Have my actions and inactions Caused Your bitterness? The hurt I sense from You Seems like an insurmountable wall That is dividing our cause
Has the mistrust You carry around Smashed our love to the ground? I’ve found Pain, when suppressed, turns into discontent And hate
Your tongue drips of hidden venom My numbness doesn’t even flinch I’ve lost the touch The magic touch that used to get You out of a rut
I’m afraid Afraid that You are turning into a man I’m afraid to touch You Your icy exterior covered in entertainment Is making me stuff my face with junk
I’m afraid that doom awaits us Lust suffocated years ago Still burning but only released in isolation A slow descend in the suburbs
Ian Altosaar
PS! This piece of creation was inspired by a couple I saw at a gas station. Thank You for inspiring me. And I hope life brings You more freedom.
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