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Saints Aren't Perfect Either

by Arianna Woods

You told me you loved me

Once, twice, three times

You made me laugh so hard

That the air escaped my lungs

Fast enough that I

Got dizzy

A catalyst of emotion

Still screaming.



You told me you loved me

And now all that I've got

Left of you

Is the fragmented image

In the labyrinth of my mind

The image of your body

Swinging back and forth like a pendulum

A picture so strong

I can almost touch it

Tangible

Palpable.



But it's too late now

And it's too hard to lie

Stark in an existence

Where no one knows what they

Believe

But I do.



And Sweetheart,

That's all that matters

Because all saints aren't perfect

And angels' wings aren't always white



And when we meet again

There will be no stopping us

Nothing can stop you

When nothing's left.

11/20/2008

Author's Note: Written 11.16.04, the day after

Posted on 11/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Arianna Woods

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