posted September 09, 2014 12:28 AM            

Something had told me not to give in
Yet every time we met I lost all control
And yet when you were gone,
A maternal voice replayed in my head;
If I ever had to ask,
“Where are you and with who?” to end it there.

It’s not fair what you've done to me;
Break my heart a thousand times,
Tug at the strings of my Souls a thousand more;
But don’t try to tell me you need me still

The ice of my mind hands me a shard of shining dew;
“Let’s cut it off with ‘that’.” I’m told.
Be still, my already delicate heart;
Yet to cut these threads of Póthos,
It is to choose Death himself

If there were any other way, I’d have still left long before
Because, from the beginning, it seemed as though our stars were crossed
I cannot place blame on you,
Nor sweetly cruel Aphrodite

But if there were any other way,
I’d never have known this Fate;
So I could live without the pains of Eros

If there were any other way...
Maybe I could find some way to make it all mine again...

posted September 12, 2014 02:27 PM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:
Flows delicately..

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