.........................................Art & Poetry by Maritsa Skountzos.......................................
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"Tell me of the precious things, that you gather deep within...
then scatter them like butterflies, let them flutter by my skin.
Share with me your secrets and all the things that you adore,
release them from your heart to mine, now...forever more."
"And when the dream ends Well, what happens then? The dance done Like death we slowly fall away And what then? Empty spaces Burnt out places Where we use to live within each other. This hallow heart beats shallow breaths Pounding tenderly the walls within my chest That vibrate in hurtful praise for you And I ache, I ache there is not a place I do not ache And what then… Nothing…just nothing? No wait… I've died inside and my ashes are scattered by this wind The wind from your cold, cold, callous breath The last betrayal… Now, there is nothing left."
"Only I can know my own experience ...Walk with me I'd love that But do not trip my step Or judge my pace. The love I feel, the hurt I feel are both my own As yours are yours Like our faces tell our stories And our traces mark our tears, our joys They are reminders that we have felt And lived, and laughed, and cried... The tears I never thought would dry Unbearable things and joyous surprises have touched my heart So, walk with me...If you dare I'd love that But do not trip my step Or judge my pace The deepest things of hurt or happiness are felt in equal parts And time can't be the judge this time Of how I feel or fall apart For how do you hold a moment in your hand... Less it's already been held in your heart."