A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Oxymoron

How emptiness fills
And silence screams
When breathless becomes life
As I love to hate
What I’ve become.

Tears shine through smiles
And laughter quite lost in sighs.

You say I don’t see
I say I blindly do
For my eyes, my heart
Are now wide and shut.

I have, just for you
Become the perfect (oxy)moron.

Someone you’d hate to love.

8 August, 2015 (from the hoarder’s junkpile 🙂 )

february ramblings

Day#12 of #RamblingsInFebruary (12 and counting, all on Love ❤ )

 

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