Getting Up With You (I'm On Fate's Mercy)

There's no one else to blame,
No one to send to prision.
It was naturally, it was without a reason.
It came like the sun, it came like a flood.
Strong forces took us to the dawn.
Then everything bloomed. The sky was bright.
The wind blew.
I was happy because I was getting up with you.
I had a partner....at least for a moment or two.
We couldn't blame anyone, I repeat.
It was a weird sensation........something unreal.

Normally came, how did I ever get up from that?.
Today, I hate this morning.
It was me again alone.
Getting up with you was another reason that could make me survive.
Felling sometimes in the inside of pain.
My brain will break.
The clouds will collapsed. No one by my side.
Why it feels much better?....why is it for only minutes?
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Pem,

It's always so invigorating to read your poems. Fate is made with both hands and mercy meaningless if you can't forgive yourself --minutes precious and seconds more when you get up with you first and notice that someone else.

A pleasure to read you.

A hug Pem..

 

Dear AprilRain,
Please believe me that it is ALWAYS a pleasure for me, that a talented writer like you is here. I'm thankful for your comment and your great interpretation. Hugs & Kisses,
Miss Pemberleyyy

 

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Dearest Pemberley,
That someone who appears and disappears in your life, who is never guilty of anything, who isn't worth going to prison is like a lucky being because he comes to life again in your poems. That way love is, a love that is marvelous because nobody should dare to understand. My congratulations, prolific poet. It is my pleasure to read your beautiful literary production.
Fraternally,
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Ramiro,
Yes, you are very right. But at some point is not lucky at all....in fact...who will ever want a lover that comes whenever he wants? But yes.....so is love...hurtful love...that's why we sometimes are keep standing were we shouldn't.....or where we are hurt the most. Yes..sometime misery feels so sweet.
Thanks for your beautiful comment.
Pemb