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handmade heartache
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handmade heartache |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
Walking under this moon I dont look up The sky burned red as the sun dropped I didnt look out Below me the roses glow and I dont look down I am holding the the heartache behind my eyes Back of my throat Constricting my chest Now that I can breathe I find I cant breathe My hands clenched down by my sides hold nothing but life gone by The space my heart used to be The end of a beautiful dream and the heartache I handmade with the memory of your face So we walk alone not thinking about what's gone or the eyes that followed from home or cold space in a bed shared with noone or the long walk home or the stars watching us go We dont dance We dont smile We dont dream Or hope touch or smile We just carve out removing everything but the pain the Handmade heartache of which we are now made before the tears come and the day brings us home I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
and the heartache I handmade with the memory of your face The pain is felt in this intensely emotional, well written poem. Margherita |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Wow, great intensity and emotion , good write thank you for sharing and happy holidays |
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luminosity Senior Member
since 2005-11-18
Posts 813 |
powerfully written |
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