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Blade_chick
Guest
Wings full grown in youth,
tattered and ripped through time.
Once set to sea to find,
now there to hide.
Living in the storms,
letting them scratch the sails.
Once in joyful solitude,
now a choice to isolate.
Memories have become a coat of identity,
now Lord, pleas rip the trickery.
Character has created a faded vocabulary,
so focused on reaction than response.
A new dance, not for show,
the inner worth more than display, and movement secondary.
Love can’t release until its found its place.
Adjust.
My heart is out of its socket, headed in the direction of knowledge.
Wisdom? Important, but meant to be the gentleman.
A bite of erudition must involve flavors of meaning.
tattered and ripped through time.
Once set to sea to find,
now there to hide.
Living in the storms,
letting them scratch the sails.
Once in joyful solitude,
now a choice to isolate.
Memories have become a coat of identity,
now Lord, pleas rip the trickery.
Character has created a faded vocabulary,
so focused on reaction than response.
A new dance, not for show,
the inner worth more than display, and movement secondary.
Love can’t release until its found its place.
Adjust.
My heart is out of its socket, headed in the direction of knowledge.
Wisdom? Important, but meant to be the gentleman.
A bite of erudition must involve flavors of meaning.