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(Now nothing remains the same)
Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola.
Made me wish and want for the things, I could not have.
I taught you how to drive on the California highway one in the Winter of 1992 and I remember you holding my hand tightly. Your eyes filled with excitement and so content with the feel of the car and the road. You knew I loved you from the first time I saw you. I would create places and time for us to talk. You told me often, you don’t want me. I’m damaged and afraid, I’m waiting for something gone and cannot love.
Love find places in secret valleys and hidden places. Locked doors open for a secret seconds. We went to Big Sur…
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The grass was not green,
the sky was not blue,
and the weather
far from perfect.
But wherever in life I’ve been,
to whomever I was true,
I am reminded of all of it
so I sat and wept.
And tears are not the bad part,
they will dry and be gone.
It’s the days when I can’t cry,
that I doubt, maybe my heart
has turned to stone,
with pain forever inside.
Come Read This!
“What in your life is calling you,
when all the noise is silenced,
the meeting adjourned – – –
the lists laid aside, and the wild Iris
blooms by itself in the dark forest- – –
what still pulls on your souls?”
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It feels impossible to write about you now,
as you aren’t the same person my pen knew about.
It now jumps to the conclusions more,
it doesn’t bother me if my nights are longer than before.
I don’t hide now stories of you in my dairy,
as I know the pretending was real.
The rain pour doesn’t now have your voice,
it is all normal, your existence and your going.
I won’t apologise for my wildness to you,
as I want you to admire my rawness as a sign of beauty too.
To see my forest greenery as you glimpse my soul.
I want you to understand there exists wildness
inside me, that can be peaceful and friendly,
but arousing the wolf can still make you believe
doing awry could be devastating.
I want you to see me as I am,
not a different human being knowing how to pretend.
Pretend to be a flower in the yard of some city house,
I am happy being a wildflower held in nature hand.
To be my lover you have to accept, in me, there is natures essence.
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