Argentine Tango

The desert is jealous of the clouds.
Lonely below their shadow it awaits
its one true love - the rain.
It thirsts for its presence,
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Oh how graced I must be to walk the hallowed halls
of that thing you call a heart.
A cold draft follows me out, for even the air is stale
and needs an escape.
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I gazed into Melancholy's mirror
And found the more I reflected on it,
The more it reflected on me
Providing a perfect symmetry
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Still, are you here?
Still, it is I.
Still, you have found me.
Shrouded with the weight of your presence,
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“Hold on”
It rose, separating itself from the world it resented,
The heat of anger filling its puffy cheeks.
It was downcast and carried a shadow wherever it went,
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Has fate forgotten?
Has that unspoken promise
forgotten to shake hands with time?
Its perspicacious presence
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I should have known I could never fix your crooked smile.
They don't make a Photoshop for ugly souls.
You nailed into me thoughts and words at my weakest points,
drilled into my fault lines. I shouldn't have given tools
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It was the eve of the reckoning.
The moon shone as a spotlight,
Searching every pine for answers.
They whispered secrets to the night,
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Toes curled in the grains of sand,
The Lady of the Ocean
Holds the power of the sea
There, in her outstretched hand.
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The yellow smile of dawn has broken
Over the land of shadows
And every soul touched by the hallowed
Voice of Heaven spoken
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I stand in a garden of pretty things, all of which have bloomed
Though I wish to hear the sounds of Spring, I fear I’m out of tune
I fold in on myself one layer after another and then
Develop some thorns just in case one day I should need them
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I used to find comfort in silence and solitude,
Taking time to allow the stress of the day,
The worry and doubt to recede in my mind.
But now instead of hiding all thought away
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I’ve lived and loved,
I’ve loved and lost, and
I’ve learned that
There are many ways to love,
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I don’t take care of my books.
Well, that’s just what they say…

The outer edges of paperbacks turned up at the corners
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.....in silence
You asked me to watch
You self-destruct
in silence.....
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Across the moonlit painted skies
The lonely windows weep
And in their faces candles creep
Much to the night's demise
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Oh how you haunt me,
blessed memory of my beloved!
You wake me every morn'
and twice from my dreams.
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We wallowed in truth
Thick and weighted were those words
Wrought with 'Wonder why...'
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