| Open Poetry #50 |
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Tender Lies |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA
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Won’t you tell me that you love me? Even if it is a lie. I need to hear the words, once, in a while. They’re most effective, whispered softly, delivered with a kiss… And it wouldn’t even hurt, if there’s a smile. I know that I’m a hardcase, and hard to be around- I’ve been called insensitive, often enough. But there are tender feelings, hidden somewhere deep inside- Beneath an outward shell, abrupt and gruff. If I could be transparent, you would like the man inside- At least I try to sell myself on that. But it seems the tender feelings I have always had to hide. Emotion is a weakness where I’m at. Three words are worth a fortune, especially if they’re meant- Even if they aren’t, they are mighty good to hear… If you say them to me, darling, I would call them heaven sent- Even tender lies can be held dear. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Beautiful, John! You are much lovelier than you ever describe and not such a hard case either. ![]() |
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Paul Wilson![]()
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
John...Rough as sand paper on the outside, but soft a silk on the inside. Enjoyed very much...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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