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 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
Her looks were perfect and left with me with nothing to say
Like the feeling of being melted on a hot summers day
Her voice and words were as soft as a breeze
But she could run cold and make my heart freeze

I couldn't help but think about her every single day
And when we were apart I couldn't stand to be away
Finally one day I was able to tell her my love for her was like a flame
And I couldn't have bin more joyed when she told me she felt the same

Soon we were together every day and night
Holding each other in embrace and holding each other tight
But over time she started to leave me out of sight
I started to feel like things were no longer all right

Finally I grew the courage because some thing was wrong and I had to know why?
She looked me coldly in the eyes and told me "there was another guy"
My heart was destroyed, my feelings weren't there to play
She looked me coldly in the eyes and this is what she had to say

"Do you think you are special, do you think you are alone
Heart break is a feeling that every one will have known
You are not the first and you wont be the last
I have done it to you like some one has done it to me in the past"

What a cold hearted *****, what horrible words to say
But soon I had a new girl to make me feel ok
Sadly my jaded heart wandered and I made that poor girl see
That I broke her heart just like it happened to me
I really like the list of words they have on this sight, I saw breeze and thought how I don't think I have every rhymed that word before and it slowly turned into this poem. I am really starting to like this site. I can also honestly say this will be the first time I have ever used a hash tag.
 Dec 2016
Eric Martin
I feel my wheels turning
I feel my heart on fire
But why am I still waiting
For events to transpire

I'm torn between my spirit
My need to be a machine
I have so much passion I can feel it
But it is still left unseen

What am I missing
Why can't I crack the code
I hear my self hissing
Why wont I just explode

Maybe I should just rest
And let my passion go
Maybe I should stop being compressed
And just let my spirit flow
Using writers block to write a poem

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