Open Poetry #7 |
The Hurt |
msstt Junior Member
since 2000-05-03
Posts 23Huntington,Ind |
I sit here wondering how it could be. The words that you wrote to me. The words that made me shake. And I could feel my heart break. Giving you all of me. To try and make you see. Not ever wanting to set you free. But the words were there. As if you not care. But they sure gave me a scare. I read them through and through. But it would not give me a clue. As to the thought of you. There were so many words. That I fealt were like swords. Word of words. Your feelings up and down. As if I were just your clown. But not letting you see me frown. And in the morning. You will still see my love growing. And still showing. If only you could have fealt. With all this that I dealt. Me wanting to make your heart mealt. And in time. Your love will be mine. And our love will be the vine. It will grow and grow. And we both will know. And our love will show. Tricia |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Lovely poem here, Tricia. Love and hugs, Lizzie "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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