Jun 09
The Poet Dreamer: A poet's heart →
A poet’s heart will always fill with love
Through heartache and happiness
And always back to heartache
For few see the world as a poet does.
Either by misplaced jealousy
Or the ache of impossible understanding
Pain once again will enter the poet’s life.
Love and heartache are the ink we use
Life…
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Jun 09
What Once Was
You will not find me
when the summer ends
I am leaving tomorrow—
severing the amends
I used to stay longer
and loved being a friend
but those days are over—
ties are broken and bentCome at me if you wish
for myself, I can fend
(Just please)
don’t wear yourself out
for I am already spentRemember when we met?
We were a perfect blend
but we longed too long—
our love it did descend
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