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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Why is my love a cold torture chamber? Will time soon tell me why I am waiting? Will I soon find her knocking on my door? Will she soon tell me she’s been wanting more? She’d rather forfeit love to save anger From a boy who works on wood and hating His cries for a life without her embrace So she feels must defend her young love From the slings and arrows of immense fates Would she know doubtlessly from my cold face? My heart is broken and dances above Deeply in rest in black view as it waits Love is my no-man’s-land and so I die Living my life with her one the outside |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
TM~ Thank you for sharing the beauty of your thoughts~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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Fabiani Member
since 2006-05-12
Posts 123Mesa, Az |
Beatiful poem especially the last couple of lines |
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