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| Open Poetry #40 |
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The Game |
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MindBodySoul Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 196NJ |
A game that could never be beat Sounds of laughter coming from afar Don’t understand why such an angry soul Waiting in the shadow, wanting a needy soul The laughter from afar is near I can’t run away Is too close now.. It is too late I have been caught in a feeling you call love A sick love at that A destructive love if I ever saw one Caught in a web of destruction I face my demon, my captor… the one who will try to drainmy soul With the will to survive , I look into his eyes.. Do as you please , master but you will never break my spirit Jen--->MindBodySoul |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Yes! never let them break your spirit! J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” |
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