Open Poetry #3 |
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get the grade and come home |
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mia Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 118 |
I can't breathe silence in our bedroom you never come home and I wait for all this anger to be over for all this love to return just until things fade in the background of your mind read your books make the cut get the grade and forget all about what was because this here... it is the real world you may be young but never too young to become your father I am also ambitious but love will never take second place when it is for you and I read the books and I make the cuts and I get the grades I may be young but never too young to become your wife. marry me. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Mia, this one gets to me. I feel a lot of emotion, even pleading perhaps, in the words that really strikes hard. Well done. |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
Excellent, Mia. I can feel the emotion here, too. Pulls at the heart, it does! ------------------ "Tread softly, for I have spread my dreams under your feet"~~William Butler Yeats |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is beautiful, Mia. Very beautiful! ![]() ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
You've packed a lot of powerful emotions into this one Mia, well done |
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