unwilling admission of temporary despair
My love, you make me desperate
by keeping out of touch,
by missing our appointments
and by seeing that ex-lover of your past,
a periodic drunkard, who has lost his touch,
whom I don't know if he still has some claim on you,
while I for certain know how you love him.
An awkward situation? Not at all.
Just so typically feminine,
so desperately out of order,
so outrageously chaotic;
but this abysmal och dwindling darkness
adds but fuel to my fire's light
and makes me love you even more,
and, naturally, with even greater desperation.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 12:55
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72. Confessional
My love, you make me desperate
by keeping out of touch,
by missing our appointments
and by seeing that ex-lover of your past,
a periodic drunkard, who has lost his touch,
whom I don't know if he still has some claim on you,
while I for certain know how you love him.
An awkward situation? Not at all.
Just so typically feminine,
so desperately out of order,
so outrageously chaotic;
but this abysmal och dwindling darkness
adds but fuel to my fire's light
and makes me love you even more,
and, naturally, with even greater desperation.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 1073 times
Written on 2006-08-27 at 12:55
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