The Song Is done

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    The Song Is done

    I played my song for you each night
    Even knowing it wasn't right
    But our passion burned so bright
    The music played as we took flight

    I sang the words for you my dear
    Always knowing you were near
    It was always my worst fear
    That you would never really hear

    The song was yours from the start
    All the words came from my heart
    I thought our love was rare as art
    Until the day you did depart

    Now the music too must end
    All the words which you defend
    I can't seem to comprehend
    Broken now what you couldn't mend

    So now indeed the song is done
    What I thought love you called fun
    Now where there was two is one
    Because I had my faithful gun


    © kismet 2009


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    AlexBourne commented on The Song Is done

    03-04-2009

    LOL Loved this on so many levels.

    TheAngelOfDeath commented on The Song Is done

    01-22-2009

    this one is good to and it had a funny tint to it but it didnt have as much creativity.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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