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Tragic Confusion. (M/F)
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Bullshit, it's great stuff like always from you. Don't ever stop writing, you have a real talent for it. No matter how much fiction it is, you can always still see a little real life stuff seep into your writing. Keep up the great work Aubrey.
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I thought of doing this last night after we talked about writing and especially after reading this.
This is inspired by this particular story and it's the only response I feel right about giving.
Consider this feedback:
City slows without it knowing
Same sounds, colored sky,
smudged and washed out oil painted clouds
The lacquer-shined Evening’s canvas backlit by the same soft glow as the Early Morning’s Promise
Everything new has past
The walk home is sometimes what’s hardest
The facts, now puzzle pieces scattered, rearranged and clicked, clicked, clicked through one by one like mislabeled photo slides
Falling again for the sake of falling is Imitation Real
a copy of First is always Second
Something new, someone dangerous
a new name, a new Who’s Next is Maybe Better
or, Maybe Not
You took what was mine to give by force, without asking me first
And so...
Hold me becomes Let me Go
Becomes Stop, becomes Stop, becomes Stop
And, Why Won’t You?
Every touch, stroke, laugh and cry
Every gentle squeeze, caress, distracts me from what you’re taking away
My power, stolen
My pride, confused with...
You told me Love was Trust and Safety
And so we kissed when we kissed, opened and closed our eyes, but to the same singular beat of different songs
One was Love
The other, Lust
It’s dulled my shine
Left me, Broken
Tragic, Confused
But then again,
I like feeling special
This is inspired by this particular story and it's the only response I feel right about giving.
Consider this feedback:
City slows without it knowing
Same sounds, colored sky,
smudged and washed out oil painted clouds
The lacquer-shined Evening’s canvas backlit by the same soft glow as the Early Morning’s Promise
Everything new has past
The walk home is sometimes what’s hardest
The facts, now puzzle pieces scattered, rearranged and clicked, clicked, clicked through one by one like mislabeled photo slides
Falling again for the sake of falling is Imitation Real
a copy of First is always Second
Something new, someone dangerous
a new name, a new Who’s Next is Maybe Better
or, Maybe Not
You took what was mine to give by force, without asking me first
And so...
Hold me becomes Let me Go
Becomes Stop, becomes Stop, becomes Stop
And, Why Won’t You?
Every touch, stroke, laugh and cry
Every gentle squeeze, caress, distracts me from what you’re taking away
My power, stolen
My pride, confused with...
You told me Love was Trust and Safety
And so we kissed when we kissed, opened and closed our eyes, but to the same singular beat of different songs
One was Love
The other, Lust
It’s dulled my shine
Left me, Broken
Tragic, Confused
But then again,
I like feeling special
