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by Maple Tree Jul 6, 2017
Life, society /
I filtered his eyes
within my imagination
back and forth like a swing
under a warm afternoon sun.
He became my escape
because darkness had
swallowed half of my soul
and the other half was up for grabs.
When you gaze past your experiences -
It becomes easier to fall for a man
with a faceless grin and a virtual heart,
reality was just a dream to me.
When it came time for us to depart -
I knew I could truly love again,
but not with him, my tourture
became his heartbreak.
Within the lowest time of my life
his strength to overcome sadness
taught me; that I too can lead by example,
his midnight became my morning dawn.
I think of him from time to time,
and the powerful gift he gave me -
the other half of my soul.
This absolutely tugs at the heart, Andrea. Heart-warming. It's beautiful.
Your piece had me drawn from the title. This resonated with me, and sometimes not sure why, just a trickle runs through. Which is what poetry is :)
and this is one beautiful piece
by Ben Pickard