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Oct 2011
Prickly thorns have pierced my heart,
The blooming rose has lost its scent,
Deep in my body, the blood is flushed,
With all of my pain in you I now die.

How can you say our life together is over?
How can you toss me like forgotten dreams?
When will you tell me, my breath on the breeze,
Is deeply inhaled by your beautiful body?

Sunken like ships, my treasure now missing,
Lost forever lurking in some depths below,
I ache for the chance, the chance you've  not given,
To rise about oceans of tears and regrets.

Achingly searching and longing and lingering,
Traveling the earth like a wandering soul,
I long for the day that it's  all now forgiven,
And into your arms I am wrapped with desire.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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