Open Poetry #47 |
Refugee |
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I don't mean to be petty when I say I sometimes feel like a refugee I have some battered under my bridges I carry shrapnel that only exists embedded in me Still just the same when I wonder about you and I and your battle scars too You have your own shrapnel I can see that you do Maybe that's why I get along with you LGR(C)10/30/11 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah yes, it's like that old saying birds of a feather. Hopefully he will understand that and accept your feelings for what they are. ~*~ The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.--Oliver Wendell Holmes ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Feelings are funny that way, sometimes the last thing they want to do is let you accept them for what they are-feelings, just feeling- no more, no less. Thanks Jerry, it is always good to see you. Lori |
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