emily-wiemannWhisper

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AgainThere had been you / In my life for so long, / It would keep that way
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Sep 3, 2013
AlwaysMid-morning waiting, there is nothing / no ringing phone / no new texted message on my touch screen
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Aug 23, 2011
fingertipsJust the light brush of your fingertips / right in the morning light / was all I needed to know
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Jun 20, 2012
handsSuch hands, my heart could soften to / Warm yet flowing like honey / never far from just where they need to be
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Aug 23, 2011
HoursHow many hours have we chatted? / How many hours have we laughed? / The great weight of sadness, it fills me
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Sep 3, 2013
IfIf I could explain your words / if i could explain my heart break / i would
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Jul 11, 2012
loveit would be better if i could smile/ if life wouldnt throw curb ***** at me constantly/ im not that old/ im not than young/ but i seem to be in a perpetual state of less fun/ i wish you were still here/ constantly laughing with me/ we had such fun/ didnt we ?/ i though we did the whole time/ though you proved me wrong and out of rhyme/ saying i couldnt be anything to you/ couldnt be more than nothing to you/ i couldnt understand your indecisive mind/ one moment i was perfect/and right in time/ then the next you didnt want to see my face for fear of the time/ oh dear pan, dear prophet, dear destiny dear fate...just leave me be for i feel im too late/ love will never find me now/ i will be a maid/ so now i take this vow at this drinking stage/ no more will i love any of human kind in the way that a man loves a woman with such time/ no more will i search/ no more will i hope to find/ ive given up/ given in/ leave it to father time/ im drunk/ im tired my heart aches with pain/ i cant take anymore/ ive got no more to give/ in hope and in faith i retire from all this/ no more lovers/ no more spring time tiffs/ there is no point to it all/ no worth at all/ i now have decided to stop/ this stupid odd thing called love
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Jul 11, 2012
*note*so far in this poetry memoir ive left memories of three men....im done now as you might have seen from my last works...at 26 years of age, i take a vow of singleness...batchelor hood if you will....for i know love will never find me
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Jul 11, 2012
no titlePushed quietly along / Towards the end of the hall / That which awaits I no longer know
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Jun 4, 2012
onwardForward, with the beat of a heart / a thumping beat / a rhythm to dance to
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Aug 25, 2011
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