Timing

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  • Lost Love

    Timing

    When virtues are lost before vows are made

    A curse upon each bed I lay without loves consent

    Confusing all the right emotions

    In all the wrong actions

    A broken Heart is a sleepless night

    Just so tired

    I want to “sleep”…

    I miss the idea that was her

    When there’s nothing left to hold on to

    There’s nothing but ruins left of what once was

    Give me your heart if we are to be lovers and I will love you for all your life

    These are the hardest days to get up

    Broken heart feeling her neglect

    Filled by neglect

    Can’t take it anymore, just letting go, the pain is too great to bear a single moment longer

    Where is a steady companion

    A care in the world

    My Heart beats to a name I haven’t met yet

    Moring doves sing in the wind as the trees give choirs to the sunrise

    I have not lost hope

    But I have lost yet another mistake

    I will find better

    My Heart deserves better, the real deal

    True Love

    And not the excuses or lies

    I came to know her as

    My Heart will yield to my dreams for now

    The dream world is the only place I know

    Where I have love

    Where I can share time with compassion

    With nothing but pure Love and Passion 

    I bid you a-dew

    For I have a Dream to return to

    -Fin-

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    517Jacqueline commented on Timing

    04-16-2014

    I thought u found the woman of your dream? I didn't understand the top, then your describing her then another thought. The Rhyming is only in one line but overall is good.

    TheLastCowboy

    04/16/2014

    Look at the dates of my poems, this poems was written along time ago. This was written around the time I started to give up on my ex as I realized the kind of "girl"-woman not lady; she was. The top was speaking about how me and my ex were as close as a bride and groom (as close as husband and wife/sleeping together) but being a man of morals I knew even then that it was wrong to sleep with her and my curse for it was her braking my Heart one lie at a time. The woman of my Dream is another story told in another poem. Thanks for the feed back!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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