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[title] => Wilted Roses & Dancing Words
[time] => 2016-10-19 19:29:07
[hometext] => If you`re ... this is for you.
[bodytext] => The roses you placed at my feet wilted long ago. I dried them in your little book. I felt it apropos. The only access to your words it always brings a tear. They drip upon the pages and make ink disappear. My heart longs to see something new. I pray you pen again. For as the ink is drying, so is my soul within. I`ve marked my very favorite, the ribbon is now frayed. Worn mostly at the edges of velvet rose brocade. I could not find a ribbon in deepest royal blue. Fit for kings and royalty, that`s how I think of you. Your writing always perfect, making this heart sing. Lifting me to heights unknown, my winter turned to spring. My poets pen has stopped mid word, paper fears me dead. Memories of a long lost muse ... I`d go where his words led. Now needs must, I write alone so keyboard no longer sings. Too sad the words that can`t express the sadness that this brings. I`d place my feet on top of yours, to dance as your words do. Trying to improve my rhyme, I`d waltz and follow you. So often I would stumble, but you were kind and sweet. Never once harsh or mean about my two left feet. When the music stopped its play, of course we left the floor. I shed my tears there in the dark and now we dance no more. Rose petals scattered all around so thick about my feet. Honored that I have them ... the scent still lingers sweet. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 102 [topic] => 52 [informant] => ever1der [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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