Love Poem: I Am, Error
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Written by: Poet Tacito

I Am, Error

Love should only ever kindle the present and the future. Not the past… Primarily, I am second. For I have placed others on similar platforms Made of charred cedar and revamped memories Unintentionally It is not intent that we embrace, but the end result. Good, brief. Bad, seared.
Branded
I hang my smile on half-mast remembrance, The elaborate touch of yesterday’s smile
Forgotten
And days go by Where cryptic anger holds me dear Because my identity becomes nothing more Than a discarded 140 characters Yet, this handsome error Will still smile through the equally equivocal flaws Of others We are a marathon running on seismographic parallels. Faults, unbecoming Faults, embedded One-sided Expiration, denied The pricelessness of my heart, cost overridden Perhaps it has become the only option To keep love’s punishment, subdued While songs of psychic animosities, Lay judgment on unawareness’ smile It is not easy to reach wanton goals, While attempts to (mind) read incoming ruptures Incorporate 50% success rate We stumbled when we ran yesterday. We will stumble when we walk today. We shall stumble upon the sunrise & sunset of tomorrow. Why couldn’t you just hold my hand when we fall? … I am, Error. One day, I will become a candle in the wind Extinguished Will the winds upon angel’s wing Be guided by those same smiles Tossed into amnesia’s similar gust ©D.J.E.