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...this ....thing you call love
By the broken
crismon rose petals
fall in the wind
butterflys in my stomach
the strange feeling within
i try to say
that i love you ....
hoping one day
that u
will too
speaking these words of simple love
dreaming and thinking of you my turtle dove
its like a bolt of thunder from
above
ripping my chest open
and heating this cold dead heart
stoping the sadness
so i can write something
other then cold dead art
i put pen to paper as i watch the ocean
see ur face in the clouds in motion
using the this ....thing you call love
to create this sort of written love potion
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Copyright 2011 joshua lee mccourt
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A former member wrote:
this is so far my favorite poem on this site! keep writing i love your work
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On Saturday, December 31, 2011, Devilish
(2658)
wrote:
So fucking beautiful... Wow... Coming from you i'm blown away... I've never known you to write on love and this jsut blew me away... I'm highly impressed broken....
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A former member wrote:
Very beautiful poem. I can totally relate too. Thanks for sharing!
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On Friday, December 30, 2011, serenesavage91
(34) wrote:
"ripping my chest open and heating this cold dead heart stoping the sadness so i can create something other then cold dead art" Beautiful!!! I could picture this! Mega disturbing mental image btw >.< yucky yucky! love the poem tho :)
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