i wrote this a good year ago....it's not pertaining to anything recent...i dont think...
Oh my love, please don't cry
I didn't see the crimson stain before my blinded eye
Until the golden morning light restored to me my sight
Held captive from the shining day by shadows of the night
Aware was I my claws were sharp, though I thought them sheathed
Yet in the dark I cannot see the bloody lines they leave
Gentle caress I thought to give
With hands stained scarlet must I now live
No league of water can wash away
These crimson marks unveiled by light of day
If all the seas were drained,
And all the clouds had rained,
Never shall this blood be washed away.
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love,
your poem is beautiful... it has such a metaphorical, dreamlike quality.
i awoke this morning depressed and anxious. i felt very alone.
i saw him today: he gave me a hug that was more than a hug-- it was one of those, "i want to hold onto you, hold you tight" hugs, and it disturbed me so much that i've been upset since breakfast.
okay, well, i am going to look for you. see you soon???
love you
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