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Him
Contributed by
juliette
on
Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 06:48:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The agony of breathing in that final scent of him
Without an indication that it will be your last.
Whispering goodbye only without words
Head held high in defiance; propriety reigns-
He suffers most after all.
The pressure of the pulse
as your heart threatens to explode,
so violently spilling the truth
you each remain unprepared to face.
This is it-
The sound of your laughter
never to grace my life again.
No soothing touch to ward off
the taunts that led me here
in the first place-
As I walk on, I feel the fury
pouring down my cheeks
and vow I will not love again.
Copyright ©
juliette
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2005-01-19 18:48:47] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Him
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 10:35:19 PM AEST (User
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you show your talent very well. some vows should be broken... |
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