http://www.facebook.com/editnote.php (Sting Shape of my Heart)
Happenstance? coincidence? luck? or intention?
Breaking walls, breaking convention
Breaking maddening run
Stopping Savage
Sweating Blood
The body halted, the body obeyed, but mind…
Ran still
Still, Silent,
Focused, Ferocious
Running, running, run
It wasn’t me…or was it?
He said
Coulda, Shoulda
But would I?
Would I?
Would?
Would I what-he wasn't sure
so his mind continued its run
Luck it can’t be,
Fates no friend
o’ mine
Coincidence, to much like luck
Fate lurk
Not far behind
Happenstace, no romance there
For the power that exists
A power that rages still in
slight touch, tragic caress
maddening caress, the glancing of a kiss
And in that kiss, so small, so tender, so…
light
Lies A power that forged of the earth
With its mighty fist
Clutching, grabbing, sweet caress
Whose power mocked Vulcan
With its volcanic desire,
Burning, consuming,
Impurities
Burning, consuming,
Distance
Burning, consuming,
Burning, consuming
Burn
Well that only leaves intention…
Which it wasn’t
At
First
Or
Second...
Or
First
At
Wasn’t it?
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