The Angel Hides Her Face

[dwim]

I had been shot by a cupid's arrow
I had felt the high of the cupid's drug
I had held hands among the trees
rising high to accept the graces
of the angels who stood mystified
of the concept of love.
The music had sang our praises
& never before had
country, jazz, hip hop, r&b
techno, rock-n-roll, & punk
never had sounded so
welcoming to our hearts.
I've flown to the moon
for a bit of a lunar dance
& the girls in their dresses
beautiful dresses twirl
so majestically & I
thought them to be queens.
I had listened to their words,
both welcomed & unwelcomed,
& collected their tears &
put them in the boxes of time.
I had stood on love poems I used to write
& proclaimed, "CONSIDER THE MOUNTAINS MOVED!"
I've laid down to sleep,
perchance to dream,
of the faces then & now.
I had suffer the fates of time -
the silent goodbye & the pushing away.
The pull, she pulls & pulls,
then push & pull then the big shove
& her mouth was silent falling into the boxes of time.
I've listened to the silence as
I read words of promises & hopes.
I had let so many oppurtunities
to get to know new people
walk into the seconds of time.
I was the rider of the waves
that crashed violently into
these many unforgiving rocks
and I believed that I don't care anymore.
I had stood in the downpour
of the wholesome misery rain
& never got the feeling
of being renewed.
I had listened to the sorrow
of the woman hardened by life &
the cupid's arrow piercing poison.
I had seen a young lady
hiding in fear of the male embrace.
I had heard a man say
that women can never be trusted.
I had heard a woman say
that man can never be trusted.
The sunrise is the lonely hour
after a hard day night.
I had listened sadly to
a sad refrain of the piano,
the melody bearing a weight
onto this weary heart.
I've placed my behind the door
tears into the boxes of time.
I had fallen off the highs &
hit the low of a cupid's arrow.
My hopes & dreams had fallen
prey to the cupid's poison.

[Chilimuffin]

I like the pendulum of your phrasing.

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"obscene gerund" - doonesbury

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