Pandora's Box, Unleashed by Lucia Roberts (ereader manga TXT) š
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You said there was one thing
that could make you stay with me.
I non-chalantly promised
āAnything.ā
as traitorous tear
sthreaded their revenge down my face.
āSave you for you, and save you for meā
he said.
āYes, Iāll do itā
I said.
So he kissed me and left.
I crumpled; confused.
I can do what he asked.
I know I can.
It took hours of broken thoughts,
of empty, hollow rivers in my vains
,the fear of total loss,
and dark, impossible hope of redemptionbut finally,
in his absence and my realizations of self,
I saved me for me, and in turn saved me for him.
He spoke to me a short time later;
inquired to my state of mind.Coldy I replied
āHorrid, broken, but I saved me for me.ā
I said.
āGood. Thatās all I wanted. Now please come back to me;
I love you.ā
He still loves me.
He did this for me.
He showed me he had no other way to make me see
what needed to change inside of me
for me to heal and us to work.
I fell back to him saying
I love you too.
āI saved us because I saved me for Me,
and Me saved me for him.
My Avalon
Cotton grass and dandelion clouds
in a place where itās autumn all the time there.
Flowers made of amber honey
glow under the twilight sky.
Stars whisper stories to us
and the sirens sing along;
to make a perfect lullaby
just for My Love and I.
Running from my monsters in this world
and the sunlight of another countless day.
Maybe i can sleep it all away til he comes home.
Iāll create a world inside my head.
Maybe I can dream a place where there are
Cotton grass and dandelion clouds
in a place where itās autumn all the time there.
Flowers made of amber honey
glow under the twilight sky.
Stars whisper stories to us
and the sirens sing along;
to make a perfect lullaby
just for My Love and I.
Itās perfect,
maybe I can stay here
ātil he wakes me from my sleep
to tell me that heās home.
Maybe I can take him with me
to my dreamland where there are
Cotton grass and dandelion clouds
in a place where itās autumn all the time there.
Flowers made of amber honey
glow under the twilight sky.
Stars whisper stories to us
and the sirens sing along;
to make a perfect lullaby
just for My Love and I.
Just he and I
here in my dreamland
where weāll lay on cotton grass in autumn
under dandelion clouds.
The Frozen Hour
When the clock strikes
the first second after midnight,
and all teh worldās asleep,
sometimes time will stop
for a period we call The Frozen Hour.
All the water stops its rushing rythem,
and all teh fireflys will halt in midair like tiny stars.
Then the Small Ones will gather
dressed in their finest spider webs,
to walk along the bank,
to dance along the weaves of the water,
and kiss among the midnight petals along the creek.
We will never hear the tiny flutes
and lyrics of the Siren Songs,
but just remember
on the days you feel you over-slept,
you probably were paused in slumber
for a Faerie Masquerade.
Fighting the stairs
I feel myself begin to fall once again;
such a short time after I finally began
to find my way up the stairs I knew were in front of me
though itās still almost completely dark.
I had started up those god-damned stairs
with a broken heart and nothing left to lose.
Heading towards the light
of something that I can not see.
Now I fall back down with what Iāve started gathering again
tumbling from my hands.
Iāve begun to feel around the stairs,
slowly moving down,
gathering the broken shards that I wanted to leave behind.
But I canāt stay this broken.
I must be fixed.
I pick up each old sharp peice
and put it in its place.
Now Iām just as broken as I was before;
whatās a girl to do?
I hang my head in agony
then turn it towards the light,
that had gotten dimmer as I fell.
I curse at it for being perfect, whole and new.
I curse at it for being everything I never knew.
When Iām finally done shouting
I grab the first jagged, rocky stair
and look across the room
to the dropoff and utter dark;
somewhat longingly and then blow it off
remembering that thereās a light up at the top.
Running
Running
I saw him for the first time
In what felt like a long time.
Wasnāt sure it was you
Wasnāt sure what to do
Oh what could I do
What could I say
Since youve forgotten me
Forever ago plus one day.
I stopped right in my tracks
Hoping youād cone running
Praying youād come running
Begging youād come running
To me.
Pleasantries were said
Old activities shared
But yet it wasnāt enough
You werenāt close enough
So I took off, running.
I dared myself not to turn around
Hoping heād come running
Praying heād cone running
Begging heād come
Running after me.
Running running running
Oh running running
After me
oh
running after me.
Last Moments
Last Moments
How much longer
must this torture last?
As the air pushes from between closed lips,
can only exit but so fast.
echoing the beating
of a heart so slow,
how much longer
we could never know.
Holding on for something
that we donāt know.
everyoneās here;
Just let go.
Just a whisper
Just A Whisper
Everything was once a whisper;
a thought,
a dare.
Nothing was sure.
Not too strong.
But still, there it was.
I had a dream I met you once.
Many years ago I saw your face.
But it was only a whisper of what was to come.
It was a tease.
A maybe.
A chance.
Now, I know though.
Nothingās for sure.
Possibilities are never that strong.
Not set in stone.
Not perfect.
An outline.
Just a whisper though,
thatās all it takes
For something to begin.
Itās the thought that counts.
And even JUST a whisper,
well, it still exists;
even if you didnāt hear itā¦. right?
Horrid Story line
Horrid Story - Line
The minute hand hasnāt moved in hours
And I keep thinking of them :
The one I want and the one I love
And the self I could condemn.
I see them in my dreams at night.
One is selfless and tender love
And the other alternately
feeds love and fight.
OHow is one to bear the opposites?
Thereās so much history and time,
No documents have had sign.
I belong to not one but both.
I wish heathenly that both be mine.
For Sake
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