
Even in the most adverse situations, whatever the reason might be, one cannot help but think of the love of his/her life...every second, till the last one.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama/Poetry - Words: 188 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 02-23-05 - id: 1842417
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Original Date: 1-23-2005
Brick by Dusty Brick
Being
picked up whilst on my knees
'tis evident plight won't
receive
what the heart needs
I implore thee, take care and
heed
what hath become of me.
Why pay for someone else's
mistakes?
I give you my love and my answer;
devilishly
sly—
impatient behind the wrong door
might lie the right
person.
I can never burn true...mea culpa!
Hark her mellifluous
voice:
resonating, dissolving, it feels moist
what was His, is
now hers, may be thine
a thousand ways to say it, but none comes
close:
"Without you being mine
The stars refuse to shine".
Ere
my past caught up to my present
The home of the homeless
Heart
of the broken-hearted
Mind of the mad
Arms of the clipped
soldier
Claims of the free roamer
Smile of the sobbing
widow
The chide of her man's best fellow.
Muffled truths lay
hidden
going by what was bidden,
All the while wondering
why,
When he loved her beyond his soul,
why didn't she return
it times four?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Written while in college (UGA)>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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