These Were the Things...
By pheonix-rising
Sun, 04 Oct 2009
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An altered recollection,
an unreal reality.
These are all the things that you
gave and forced
in me.
An imperfect perfection,
a life of tranquillity.
These are all the things that I
had always wanted
but I could
never see.
A saintly robed evil,
a black spot in the white.
These are the things you always were,
but you denied
what was right.
I tell you now that you were wrong,
I understand the truth.
The one thing I can never have back,
the one thing I want.
You.
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"A saintly robed evil, a
Permalink Submitted by sarah wilson on
"A saintly robed evil,
a black spot in the white."
These are very powerful lines in a strong and evocative poem Phoenix. Well done:)
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