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Getting over your aftertaste
By BroKen-GlaSSHeArT
somtimes i think i might
get over your aftertaste
vomiting memory like
a great purge
after i swallowed my pride
for the last time
bitter sweet with
yesterdays pheromone feast
i am sick of waiting around for
a dream that will never come true
each morning i wake up alone
i keep looking for you anyway
i need a sympathetic voice
to erase your haunting farewell
kiss the tears from my eyes and
stir my frozen heart strings
i need to believe there is more to life
that your tattered ghost.
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© 2006 BroKen-GlaSSHeArT
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On Saturday, July 29, 2006, kiss of the dark
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wrote:
Now I'm trying to get over YOUR aftertaste, your poems are feasts in themselves, they feed souls....And yet when I read yours, my hunger never goes away, I am left wanting more.
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A former member wrote:
"i need to believe there is more to life/than your tattered ghost." Yes...as do I, love, as do I...this is beautifully laid out...and the ending...excellent. ~*Beth*~
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