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A Ghost From the PastHis life becomes a battlefield. He fights a war thatA Ghost From the Past
was not meant for him.
Age and wounds have left him tired... lonely.
Apologies have lost their course.
My eyes
can never meet his again. His laughs are now an echo in my mind.
He has become a ghost-- nothing more.
by ~natywright
Through her eyesThrough her eyes This is...Through her eyes
A Hell We can't escape from, A murder scene waiting to take place.
Her prison is Her own mortality.
She is young... so naive as to still have hope.
She once brought a spark of light into my everlasting darkness. this spark... She is claiming.
by ~natywright
StrangerHe knew me then... when I knew myself.Stranger
I loved him for no reason, but later discarded him easily.
He had a distinguished face that I caught watching me in church now and then, eager to hear a "hello" while he saw me slowly walk away.
The first man I ever loved... the first man I ever hated. He created this heart, caressed my disillusions, shattered my fantasies.
After time has tried to heal wounds, he sits in my couch, quiet, weak, afraid... pitiful.
His eyes are gentler now. He has s
by ~natywright
ResurrectionI buried him years ago. His voice and his touch I forgot. There was nothing left but a fainting memory of a man who I never knew if he loved me. Now he resurrects back into my life, as if time never existed. After a decade of resentment my lips have not the strength to call him "father." He is no more than a stranger with a familiar face. A man I seldom see, in his attempt to finally find forgiveness.Resurrection
by ~natywright
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No te recuerdoHay veces en las que dejo de recordarte Para tenerte más presente, E intento que la noche no sea Sino el fantasma de todos mis olvidos, Que éstos no recuerdos materialicen A tu cuerpo de luz cálida, En ocasiones breve y tenue Como el cristal de tu aura, Mi espejo de madrugada Y el reflejo de tu sustancia.No te recuerdo
Olvido el tiempo en que no exististe, En el que fui menos que mi deseo errante Y más que mis ansias por el idilio nocturno, Donde mis deseos Eran la fuente de toda ambrosía Antes acaso un segundo de petición al desti
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