Hangovers
My love keeps hanging over me
like a dark angel impregnated in my mind
to stay there just to torture me forever
when we fail to be together.
Thus is love as abstinence
a worse more crucial pain and suffering
than any terribly unhappy love can be,
for love will always get you, never leave you
and get worse during the years,
as memories amass as losses
and the present offers less than yesterday.
The comfort is, that you, as long as you keep suffering,
will go on being activated as a lover;
and as long as there is love,
there is the hope and contact of eternity.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-05-26 at 00:35
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