It's black edges, frayed
A crumbling reminder
Of abandoned love.
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It's black edges, frayed
A crumbling reminder
Of abandoned love.
Of abandoned love
One must build a wooden pyre
And burn the memories.
and burn the memories
'till curling edges glow, lit
by sighing fatigue.
By sighing fatigue
The night has been lighly spent
Sleep here by the fire.
Sleep here by the fire
In your garb of fluff and mire
Does love absolve hate?
Does love absolve hate?
Does it erase all that passed?
No, it just numbs it.
No, it just numbs it.
We grieve but for what we know,*
And more lies below.
(*for the sake of preventing plagiarism, I stole a quote from Aldo Leopold's A Sand County Almanac: 'we grieve only for what we know.' :D)
And more lies below
Like snorting gator nostrils
Before the jaw snaps.
Before the jaw snaps,
The dentist finally stops
Saying "open wide."
*** ..........nonsense like usual
it's all good fun kilty.
Saying "open wide"
my dark cave-like memory
is shutting it's doors
Is shutting it's doors
Against the raging current
Known to most as love
Known to most as love
She hugs him with tenderness.
Then they build a fire.
Then they build a fire,
Huddle together and sigh,
Conjuring the past.
Then they build a fire
to melt the thick wall of ice
that separates them.