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Once in every while

Once in every while

Posted by Wytchewoode on August 19, 2010 at 11:43am View My JotPad at JotSpeak.com

 

it was so nice to talk to you last night,
I need to hear your smile,
so tender, sweet and light,
not so very often
but once in every while.

once I said 'I'm your man'
you replied how you wishe...

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Leaving

you have left me in a cardboard cut-out world

a rattling pebble chasing the tide

there's a void growing in the garden

a river sobbing down the stairs

snuffed candle incense taints the bedroom

summoning the double blackness again

swimming in shadows

it bleeds colour from the day

time wears away the details

as the photos fill with strangers

Your perfumes t...

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Hope

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By your breathless side I left my hope;

as the thick curtain closed and engulfed us,

our future frayed like a worn hemp rope.

 

In dark deathlessness I’m alone to grope

for a frail ribbon, my own dreams surplus

as by your breathless side I leave my hope.

 

Black is precise, but my clothing is taupe;

life’s fabric faded to washed out hues,

my future frayin...

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loss

souldier

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You know it well that feeling,

hating that you’re leaving.

You’ve GOT to go.

 

First your inhaled breath teases your lungs, not to be regained

till an ever so minute enlightened spark enflames

your tingling nerves endings.

The ach is unbearable as jealous hands squeeze tight your heart

They the same killers and spillers of poison from cupids dart.

The poison ...

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