Tell me dear is it true?
It could and it couldn’t.
She tried to make him jealous by dropping names of exes about how well they were doing, and their successes so glaring as their little venturesome opportunistic eyes squinting,
always alert to the cues which warn of possible change
In stance, giving inpressions and ad hoc of good intentions after all know of his stupor at anything derogatory.
For your eyes, dear, only for your eyes.
Then truth or not?
Understand the depth of love needed to overcome the
slippage dear, that opens up the awsome and painful schism
into the jaws of that sweet and sour. Understand the sweetness of death and the sour of living, when after all the dust settles
the truth ominously arises : that the only thing which is ever rewarded, which has ever been rewarded is success through stepping stones where the stones are but those who went down fighting trying to survive.
Truth or illusion?
And on and on how they are such and such, and she thinking that all this will stop him from loving her, and he thinks she really doesen’t know what love is, never was given love it’s so obvious, he knew her mom, and knows her story on how she was captured by the soldiers as a little girl for she was pretty and used by a whole regimen, she became their mascot, only ten years old whem she delivered her.
Tells it ain’t true this guy asked once that how you overcame this pernicious uber burden?
And he had simply to tell him not only that, but gave him a kind of purpose and goal, to sustain and pursue
Maldoror overcome, he thought, the secret garden there still, shimmering, when he thought now everything possible, now that he did not let the possibility escape their reality. That for better, but not worse their foray , against some odds some would think
And then she left as suddenly, in the blue haze , not thinking but feeling it, the power of the one who would not be
All that remained was the feel of it, the danger of it being incapsulated of not giving up, into that which knows better then that what stands between them
Truth or illusion?
Is it the complex Christ, or worse still, a simple case of christ complex?