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I’d say you were well on your way to being a poet. After all you have had your heart smashed up some and want to talk about it that is a fine start.
If wishes were whispers ? So your saying that if we lived forever we would stop wishing?
at leaast that is the conclusion of the first stanza. I would like to know why we would stop wishing if lkiffe burned forever. Actually it already does burn forever Om mane padme om “there is no death”
“there are no prayers like desire”
Pride is one of the seven deadly sins. Admiting that your pride has trapped you is a poerfull admition
Give yourself points for having the courage to say that outloud.
There in lies the rub you see
there in lies the poem that is the real poem that is trapped in this one.
If you are offerng up your soul you have to strip it bare in front of the world.
Can’t do that with it armoured with pride
You mis her and love her talk of that pain talk of the need as though you were trying to det yourself free.
because amigo you are doing exactly that.
Good job go where the pain is
go where you are afraid
go where you are exposed.
there in lies the rub
Shotsie