Golden Truth

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njoyjade
njoyjade
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Oh, how much I have learned, yet
denying what I know.

Meanwhile it is you, my beautiful friend,
who continues to pretend,
that all the blame lands at my door.

Oh, how far this has come; too far past
the point of enough; time spent.

You've been searching for way too long.
Time has been wasted on fear. Therefore,
I have to take up the slack for another.

I have blossomed while the beautiful stem
right next to me has just become a bud.

Should I hold back, so the other can catch up; for, you have chosen to censor your own growth
by choosing status quo.

I have long since known the truth;
it is Golden.

njoyjade
njoyjade
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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
#2 IT SEEMS AS IF THE WRONG PERSON

in this relationship is the stratus climber, TK U MLJ LV NV

MisterSadeMisterSadeover 11 years ago
Tricksters fool you into assumption.

Like the old saying doesn't go: Make an assumption, and you make an ass of u and umption.

Leave all things gold behind.

Faith in ambiguity.

The game continues...

I love the game.

Break yourself off for me--cum really hard in the next 24 hours.

tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
INDIVIDUAL GROWTH AND MATURITY

is not simultaneus together, TK U MLJ LV NV

njoyjadenjoyjadeover 11 years agoAuthor
Still love the one I'm with!

I appreciate comments and feedback.

Poetry can sometimes be case senitive and in this case the interpretation was left too vague.

Sometimes my poems are based upon memories of times long ago.

Please consider that I was born in 1965, have memories dating back to before the age of 2 and at eighteen, met and am still with my best friend.

Life is good!

bflagsstbflagsstover 11 years ago

Not a mouse

 Shall disturb this hallowed house.

 I am sent with broom before

 To sweep the dust behind the door.

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