Incarcerated

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  • Sadness
    • dirtysouth
    • is enjoying life and gets his insperation from his kids and his loving wife

    Incarcerated

    The walls are so small
    incration so deep
    everyday my heart weeps
    I miss your touch so soft so sweet
    now i'm sorry we are never gonna
    meet
    I miss you smile so much that im
    in denial my love so deep
    im sorry my love for my heart
    is weak.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    dirtysouth’s Poems (38)

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    wind 0
    sorrow and pain 0
    hatred 1
    my homegirl 0
    passion of fire 0
    taste of your body 1
    romance of love 0
    Trying to fine your love 0
    when we first met 0
    longing for your touch 0
    my family 0
    broken heart 0
    strong love -1
    lust 2
    Angel 0
    The Love We Share 0
    Freinds 0
    The Way You Are 0
    The Love of my Life 0
    Lonely 0
    Our Passion on Fire 0
    Walls of Pain 0
    Incarcerated 0
    Love 0
    Pain 0
    Timing is Ticking Away 0
    Depression of Love 1
    fantasy 0
    cold heart 1
    lost love 0
    romance 0
    lost and confused 0
    what women want 1
    my kids 0
    finding the one u love 1
    desire to love 1
    love and pain 0
    moonlight love 1