AFRAID?...

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It seems that the moment is gathering dust on the memory shelves
when we had a dream of falling snowflakes
when we cherished uniqueness of each flake
and I thought the sun was in the crevice of our passion
all the problems I heard from friends that pertained relationships
to me they were fantasy not in our fairy tale
with you I thought the magic of love was not a miracle

Now I would rather not ask the oracle of truth the truth
when you have become a sculpture in ecstasy of silence
afraid of coming out of the shell to my welcoming embrace
afraid of my judgement on your blameless mistakes
afraid that you have broken your promises beyond mending
afraid that all was a dream that reality may hurt beyond healing
that I am a saint and you are a devil
but my heart suffers when it seeks a sermon of a saint
who is afraid of halos  hovering over her beautiful head

The shoe may be bigger but we may walk barefoot
it may seem like the clock is stopping
but its the battery that runs low on power
it may seem quite a deadlock
but love is a skeleton key in the coffin of our affection
so love again
its never too late to be afraid for comfort arrives accurately
do not be afraid....

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