Posted by malthus on August 26, 2004, at 23:35:31
I have been wounded concealing myself in shadows,
sealing with a kiss his disloyalty.
He stretched his arms around my neck and, around my back,
and broke me with a cold-blooded heart.And he contentedly pursues his path,
happy, smiling, undaunted. And why?
Because blood does not flow from the wound.
Because the corpse is standing up.
It's true that love goes and does not return, as generous illusions don't return either or splendid hopes of youth. However, pain, once returned stays and becomes fixed day by day, like trees, in the deepest roots of our heart.
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thread:382770
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