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Empty Arms |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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More than twenty years ago You stole into my heart... You crept in there, quite unawares Unlike old Cupid’s dart. Our love was doomed right from the start It never could exist- Your face goes with me everywhere, We’ve never even kissed. I’ve held you every night, my love- When we were far apart. You’ve carved a niche so deeply You live within my heart. I’ve touched you oft in passing... Somehow I sense it’s true, That in your heart, you yearn for me The way I long for you. Unrequited love they say- Can drive a man insane... Perhaps, my love, they tell the truth You’re messing up my brain. I know I’ll never have you, I’ll never even try... But I had to tell you how I feel, Before I said Goodbye. I’ll ride into the sunset, I’ll do it once again And as I ride, I’ve held inside The tears that should have been. So in my heart, I’m holding you, And basking in your charms, In truth, forsooth, I’m here alone With these two empty arms. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
where did I put that rubber stamper....oh, here it is............. WONDERFUL, CAPTIVATING, MAGNIFICENT POEM, GUNSLINGER!!!  Denise |
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First__Knight Senior Member
since 1999-11-08
Posts 678 |
Great as all ways Gunslinger....I always find your poems so easy to read and always have such good content  Share what you are for you are what you share |
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Dolphins3 Member
since 1999-09-30
Posts 135Wisconsin |
Gunslinger, Great poem. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
They do hold that special place always. Excellent poem! |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Sure enjoyed this writing. Thanks |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
You have such a way with words. Your writing is always powerful, emotional. It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley |
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