Never a day to hang his head more or less when he had to say goodbye if it was under his control he'd have made all the choices for her and perhaps there would have been no pain Here he stands a valiant man because he never made her suffer and he knows where he is, what he has done there is no element to his truth that stands without pride We pass on through the days and there is no loss nothing greater than death or a sort of demise Rather, all that's gone is just a cell in his body a bit of tissue within his brain and past loves are really just a bit of science when you think about it
“Science”
03 Thursday Jan 2013
Posted in POETRY
I must reblog.
Brilliant, Sage.
Thank you, I’m honored :)
Reblogged this on Shackled and Crowned.
Oh, if we could all be so philosophical, we’d wipe out one heck of lot of pain…! ;)
lol maybe, but being philosophical can be kind of intense sometimes ;)
“…past loves are a bit of science when you think about it”—-I agree. That Chemistry of coming alive and then dying…quite clever. A touching piece, Sage.
Thank you! You’re so good to me lol
My apologies if I put you off your gruel the other day. You can do what you damn well like and I am no one to tell you are wrong. My apologies and hope we may still communicate on things.>KB
I’ve been busy and also I have been sitting on it trying to determine how to respond. Still undecided on that, but I appreciate the apology, and I’m definitely open to further communication. Sage