The Soul's enlightenment

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♥ Dedicated to Doniahoran18

My tears fill the synapse of our distance,

My thoughts surround the very depths of it.

My love for you extends from a source unknown to me,

And the feelings still quite strange.

My tongue speaks words that surprises us both,

But distance still stands.

What an excuse you have,

One that my soul so very loves for itself,

And leaves me to ponder on your words,

I love you,

Oh do you really?

I thought we never knew of such,

I find difficulty in believing that this is true,

I thought by now we were just testing,

Testing, the limitations of time on our weary minds,

Awaiting this love, as we so call it, to wither

And from the ashes of it be summoned death.

So I lie before these broken  promises,

Of which I mend with all dear intentions to mend again,

And hope that this time,

I'll admit it's not love,

It will pass,

That distance doesn't cause your life to cease,

Or think of such a thing,

That I'm my neck in the love of excuses,

And this one sided act of truth,

That of its title we have stripped,

And labelled something else,

Just to bear the excruciating sounds of pain,

Will, like all, be no more,

To the amateur wounds,

Of a fairly enlightened soul.

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