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Loves Me, Loves Me Not
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Loves Me, Loves Me Not |
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Emmy Member
since 1999-06-29
Posts 194KY |
He loves me, he loves me not... A girl sits forlornly, her head in her hands Tears fall from her eyes and mix with petals on the floor below her He loves me, he loves me not... There was no denying now, only pity for the way it really was Slowly it had dwindled down to bare reality Hope was not spared He loves me, he loves me not... Heartache has moved in, preparing to stay and make itself at home Right in among the petals The decorate the floor with lost desparation He loves me, he loves me not... Everything had pointed in the wrong direction But the flowers had been her last hope and yet even the flowers had not lied The truth lay scattered at her feet He loves me, he loves me not... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Emmy, I liked the poem.Nice job. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Sad but beautiful. Why not get some more flowers until it comes out right!  |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
So sad, but powerful. ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." |
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