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Dakeva

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Oh Mother dear
You've built this world I fear
And I'm a little lost wondering...
Do empty promises draw another ending near?

Love lacking trust
So closely resembles addiction
The doubt, the yearning
Symptoms of the affliction

And can't you see I'm so stricken
Playing the game of balancing contradictions
I think it's time we quantify what’s fact, what’s fiction.
The truth, the lies, the obscure diction

And maybe it's not even as much the things you say.
As the way you stumble around the ones you don't
The ways you phrase you can't, you won't
The things you say you'll do and then don't

Disappointment comes in thirty-one flavors...
And I think you’ve spoon fed me all but one.

But Mother dear
I’d still give this world to hear
The enchanting allure of her voice
To have her here, to hold her near

Call me foolish then call me blind
But I recall a moment in time
Where I was hers...
And she was mine

And if that flame just could not last
If our moment draws near to pass
Solace I take in the facts...
Relentless I loved, untainted the acts

And Mother dear
This heart shall persevere
And offer one more cry
And one last tear
When in doubt its faith I favor...

Relentless loves I’ll always savor.
 
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... and then came the words. You know you're my hero, right? Always.
 
Call me foolish then call me blind
But I recall a moment in time
Where I was hers...
And she was mine
I feel this way about my dad. its not that we have a bad relationship but we never talk and I dont hear from him on birthdays etc and I always get to thinking about the "good old days" when we used to spend time together.....ahh well :(
great writing, truly great!
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Disappointment come in thirty-one flavors...
And I think you’ve spoon fed me all but one
brilliance at its best.
you dont write often in this forum, but when you do, DAMN! you have such a beautiful soul. i wish i could have one day to just sit next to you and take it all in.
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Darling, That is beautiful. You blessed me with your company and you bless me with your words.
You mean the world to me and I wouldn't give you up for anything. No tears. No more.
 
I might not write all that often and my writing is far from perfect. It however is a perfect representation of how I felt for atleast a brief moment in time. It’s my artistic spin on a feeling or a circumstance and it’s a therapeutic release of the things that might otherwise drive me insane.
Again it doesn’t always flow as easy as I might wish (sometimes the actual process is emotionally painful) but when I do chose to present a piece it’s always honest and totally from the deaths of who I really am and I’m grateful to have a stage to show it on.
Thank you all.
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Darling, you give yourself far too few outlets for release, so when I see you finally get something out, I can't help but smile from ear to ear and let my heart soar. I watch you give and give and drive yourself near to madness, and I love that about you. And when you finally take a moment, and let yourself go for just a breath or two, I love that about you as well.
You know how I feel about your writing, you know how I feel about our friendship, always know that your mind and heart will always be safe here, and that you owe me a dance. A tango, if I remember correctly. ;)
 
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