wrap tattered heart in stoic plastic,
smooth the barren earth which you call home
what once you deemed enthusiastic
now grieves beneath your hollow, shattered dome.
so shall the rains unleash your sorrow
wash burden far beyond your lover’s touch
place careful steps, seek fabled tomorrow
for in the end, the hurt won’t hurt so much.
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(Yep, I cheated with the meter. Ha.)
and no in the end they won’t hurt as much….hugs sweetheart xx
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thank you hun xx still trying to find a way… *hugs*
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I know it’s not easy…email if you wish xox
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awh, you’re so sweet. sooo much appreciated – I just… can’t… idk. Hope you understand… xxx
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Tis ok, when you are ready..I’m always here. Xox
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xoxo
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I wish you well my lady.This poem is entrenched with so much sadness.i could feel it screaming so loudly.Hope you are good and I believe that time brings healing therefore do not push yourself too hard.#concerned friend
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thank you very much for taking the time to leave these wonderful words. much appreciated.
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I don’t mean to sound like an over enthusiastic child… but this is awesome.
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you are too kind. thank you very much!!
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Your writing is fantastic. Please, keep it up.
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Oh you make me blush. Thank you so much for your kind words and visit!
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