| There's just simply. An Oxymoronic Nature . To the goodbye. Most Especially when you leave me so. (Deer-In-The-Headlight)ed. A Mime in the Head. Lighted: So blind that I find myself. On the darkside of the moon- basking in the Earthlight, and missing my arms from the last time we held tight. my arms from the last time I held Tight- to the trivialities and arbitrarity of mock love. Mock, in terms of an unconsensual feeling perhaps. A ... Hypothetical. . But fully knowing of The Heart-Attacker Heart-Breaker. Murder Weapon. . But fully knowing of The Goodbye. And the space that lies in between the two. The void and emptiness that falls within the extremes. and The lack of compromise within. The Deer that hits the winshield. It's Death rewarded with The Most Beautiful Sight of It's Life. Screaming- Goodbye my love... Goodbye my love... Goodbye my love... Goodlove. Goodbye. |
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