Open Poetry #37 |
"Crumbled Ashes" |
A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Here comes the night, and all that is in it, If love were money, I have went and all but spent it. Oh, my heart did leap, across the tender, white, lilly fields of innocent youth. But died in the harshness, of winters cold words, that stung, freezing, my heart solid. So, I lay in slow decay, a fossil of what was, is, but now has vanished, Crumbled ashes, is all that remains, For love doesn't live here, anymore. J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” |
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CastleGuard Senior Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 760Alberta, Canada |
Despite such a tender, heartfelt write...I do not believe it for a moment, ARH. CG |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Thank you CastleGuard, you just don't know the value of your words for me right now, that was so sweet, made me smile with tears~ Thank You for being there! alot of hurt and pain I am going through~ |
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