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Crystal hearts

Midnight comes calling as my mind drifts to the gift,
i lost once in you,
shadows pass through the mind of forgotten thoughts,
wishes being the delight of pleasures of the mind,
walking the path of forbidden dreams and emotions,
tricks of the mind and heart ,
whispers to you ,
your soul taken over by an image you have encountered ,
deep within the depths of trueness,
touching your thoughts of what cannot be,
hiding within the recesses of dark and bordering on light ,
the calling of you ,
the outlines of rapture,
so strong ,
unbound by bounderies that scream your name as the heat of the moment is burning like a rage within ,
uncontrolled,
undenied,
you ,
within reaching to heights of unfamiliar touch,
storms gathering in your heart for the gift you stole from me,
thief of silence ,
shattered crystal hearts ,
player of illusions,
to make your thoughts reach for the unobtainable,
the call of wanting ,
needing to be at one with you ,
the dimensions of trust ,
falling away as raw passion takes over ,
truth in your heart and eyes that lie of untold happiness ,
awareness succumbs to dreams of once what was ,
tears fall as the truth is collecting inside ,
feelings touch,
the memory of you ,
haunting me in the secluded realm of my mind,
warning signals that you are just a pixel,
Midnight comes calling as my mind drifts to the gift i lost once in you,
shattered crystal hearts,
cold,
rapture,
pain,
silence as a new vision invades .
thief of crystal hearts.....

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Written November 8th, 2006

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  • dustookie2 silver member
    November 11, 2006
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    the heart is so easy to shatter and then we must find the pieces to put it back together. Then we dont always find all the missing bits and what is left is a heart incomplete and needs lots of tlc.....I feel so much wanting in these words you set up the atmosphere and direct my thoughts into my memory and my own wantings or desires. You have some great emotional imagery which i feel many readers will relate to but as with all reads you only take what you want on the day. thank you for the post the pleasure of the read 'tis another one for 'the parlour' brilliant