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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Personal >> ID #1583556  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Realisation
from fear to love...from ignorance to bliss..
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                                                      Standing amidst the crowd,
                                                                  I’m lost
                                                      and I need you to save me.

                                              You hold my hand and take me home.
                                                    ‘It’s yours, not mine’, I cry.
                                        ‘None the difference, now that you are mine.’

                                                    Only lost then, now betrayed,
                                                        not knowing where, I run.
                                                    The footsteps grow close behind,
                                                    and all I see is a car on the road.


                                                      Waking up from deep sleep,
                                                        I flutter my eyelids to see.
                                                    There she is, the love of my life,
                                                            looking down at me.

                                                            I cry endless seas
                                                        while she holds my hand,
                                                        kisses me , all is well.

                                                     
I lift my gaze to look outside.
                                                    There he is, standing in the lobby,
                                                tears in his eyes tell a different story.
                                                      My eyes say "that wasn’t me",
                                                          his reply "neither was I".



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