Open Poetry #48 |
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Prelude to a Reconciliation |
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Street Poet Member
since 2002-07-07
Posts 82 |
A forever measured in months Heartbreak heals on its own time Everyday I thought about her And everyday she thought about me Confused in her own little world About what the status of us would be Love has a dark sense of humor I went from being tossed away like trash To being reclaimed like a lottery ticket blown away By the winds of unpredictability I love her She loves me I hope she can get it together this time I want to be with her until I am no more Many nights I dreamed about the love of my life Walking back through that door Dreams do come true |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
I want to cheer...I am so glad for you...it is good to know dreams can come true...thank you...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Love and its yo-yo effect, Street Poet. Hope it catches this time. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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