What is this madness that makes me
carry myself into the future,
leaving happiness behind,
torturing myself this way?
Like now,
catching myself
thinking of a time without you,
not sure if it should be that you died,
or that you broke my heart,
or I yours,
or fate did us both in.
I break down in tears,
mourning good times not yet had,
but gone;
missing you fiercely
like I need to rehearse
for life –
for how flawed our love
can be…
and is.
UPSILAMBA!!! 
Beautiful
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~A PERFORMANCE~
it is a basic fear
trying to uproot you from
the place you’ve been planted
Like how else
does the plot usually go?
Overreaching with foreshadowings
which are mere possibilities
and nothing more.
So why wouldn’t you rather
give yourself over to the sanity
that assures you of the future
by leaving fear and death behind
and taking faith and life with you?
For in spite of flaws
love is perfect and makes us
and things better
Destiny has never given you cause
to fret on this stage.
This should be your best act yet
and the more beautiful scenes are
yet to come.
We are desperately flawed
and so this is a story of the art
of perfection
This is one for the Writer’s glory
and that can only continue
in the truth of love. . .
and Love.
[0116hrs; 28th January, 2017]
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