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I have found that I bleed
everyday. everytime. for the crime
of loving you. I confess my guilt
in this and grip the wooden handles
and taste the leather between my teeth
and mutter
"Again!"
And even the fates are beginning
to take notice of my persistence
as the lash comes down
in steady strokes
against my flesh, disused
to such torture.
"Again!"
I will die. Or you will dry my every tear
and bandage my wounds, one day.
But I will not recant what I know is true.
I will not worship false goddesses
with my soul and my flesh and my heart,
roaring in the flames
"Again!"
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
everyday. everytime. for the crime
of loving you. I confess my guilt
in this and grip the wooden handles
and taste the leather between my teeth
and mutter
"Again!"
And even the fates are beginning
to take notice of my persistence
as the lash comes down
in steady strokes
against my flesh, disused
to such torture.
"Again!"
I will die. Or you will dry my every tear
and bandage my wounds, one day.
But I will not recant what I know is true.
I will not worship false goddesses
with my soul and my flesh and my heart,
roaring in the flames
"Again!"
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Literature
My Romantic Song Lyrics
The night as the moon shines down below,
if only you were there
the leaves blow in the air
a heart that loves like so
a pathway be, let it be
a pathway to your soul
And let me sing you a lullaby
sweet my dear in your dreams
Literature
To the Child
To the Child
To the child we never got to know
To the child who's eyes never opened
Who's laugh we never heard
Who's voice never spoke
Who's touch we never felt
To the child we will never see grow
To the child taken too soon
To that wonderful child that lives with angels
You are a child blessed with love
Know as you watch from that golden heaven each day
Everyday we live on we will love you
We will carry you with us as we go forward
To that blessed child
From the parents and siblings
Aunts and uncles and cousins
The grandparents
From everyone who you've touched
To that child may that love reach you
And may that love help guide us all
Literature
Sink or swim
He stood on the dock
One foot reluctantly planted
The other standing at the ready
Like that fleeting moment
Suspended in mid-air
Gleefully anticipating the water on your skin
Yet apprehensive of those undiscovered depths
Which have yet to be kissed by sunlight
She dove in head-fist
Through the reeds and the icy darkness
And watched from below
As the light fragmented
Along the rippled surface
How stunning it was
Even in the deepest and feared unknown
Especially there.
In the light and in the dark
There was only him
He watched as she held her breath
Shackled by his own mind
Wanting for that planted foot
To be freed from its hesitations
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To love is to be willing to suffer. To my lady, who does not mean for me to suffer so, but the world is not yet ours. Not yet.
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Incredibly written! I LOVE it. It's perfect. It speaks for itself.