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Save A Seat For Me

Posted by Dena on February 26, 2009 at 11:35 AM Comments comments (4)

What happens to the poet
when his ink bleeds his emotions?
His ink spills onto the page.
It's like opening a vein.
Pouring out every drop of his essence.
Just hoping something will make sense.
Pulling words from his very soul.
Words that no one else knows.
Experiences that no one else can express.
Looking at him,no one would ever guess.
His heart is bigger than his six  foot frame.
He's not looking for fame.
Just a release.
Wanting to b...

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I Long To Forget

Posted by Dena on February 26, 2009 at 11:25 AM Comments comments (6)

I long to forget the pain of the past.
Your hatefilled words and bitter laugh.
I long to forget the bruises and broken bones.
Covering every inch so no one would know.
I long to forget the children you bore.
And the memories we carry with us forevermore.
I long to forget the mess you made.
So,I can go on with my life today.
I long for a love strong and true.
(LOVE, ain't supposed to hurt)
I wish someone had told you.