Open Poetry #24 |
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The Unquenchable Thirst |
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dhicks03 Member
since 2002-12-26
Posts 267Missouri,USA |
Funny, this thing called Love, almost as if it's a thirst for me that is unquenchable. "Too many miles, and the too little smiles" as my friend Harry Chapin sings, my thoughts seem to drift back to different times, when I embarked on this love seeking journey. Finding and loving, the traces permanently left on my soul, when finally convinced by my heart that I had to let it go And then, just when the heart gives up, decides to stay true to ones self, believing that loves lost, is such a cost, it happens again. My heart encircled by scar tissue from the deep and sometimes self inflicted wounds, falls once more. Astonished that I could love once again, not heeding inner warnings at all, my heart is once again, allowed to fall. This one hurts almost as much as the first, yet different as I am older and wiser you see, and this one will be healed by time also, If it doesn't spell the death of me. Copyright © 2000 -2001 Dennis Hicks |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like the way you wrote the poem. it was different. But I liked it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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