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~Poetry Page~ |
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~ The Other Woman ~
I see you... Your head in your hands As tears of sorrow spill Telling the tale of vanquished dreams and stolen hope They blaze a trail as they fall Branding your cheeks with the scars of despair
I reach for you, to hold you close, and calm your fears But my hands are bound tight by the other woman that Laughes as your heart shatters, crushed in her hands The shrapnel pierces the fabric of your reality. |
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I hear you...
Your voice as it trembles The words of frustration trample the broken pieces of your world The fury screams in your veins As the broken promises and patronizing indifference Bleed through your mind
I cry out to you, I want to kiss away the pain But my words are lost in the winds of the other woman's tormenting song How she dances with delight as her words cut Like daggers wrenching your soul The wounds sting as they are salted with her lies and distrust |
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I weep for you...
Your wall of resentment climbs higher You walk slowly to your death, as each jagged stone is set It's mortar of defiled vows and withered faith hardening Confining your feeble will, as Death's icy fingertips Stifle the final ember of passion left in you
I mourn for the lost gleam of life's splendor in your eyes I long for the whisper in your laugh and the tenderness of your smile But can the love I possess and cherish, resurrect your heart and soul When it has been conquered in the tempest Of the other woman's scorn?
~Nichole M. Trussell~ copyrited 2000 |
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You Don't love a woman Because she is beautiful... She is beautiful Because you love her....
~Unknown~ |
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Beauty is not In the face... Beauty is a light in the heart..
~Unknown~ |
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~The Memory of Love~
A stolen glimpse of you, A tender touch A softly spoken sigh... A lover's kiss , Pure desire All buried deep inside... These thoughts of you, caress my mind And sweetly kiss my soul Reminding me of once long ago And a love my heart will forever hold
~Nichole M. Trussell~ copyrited 2000 |
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