"corrine" poems - Hello Poetry

Dedicated to: Corrine B. I fully understand what you feel, We're the same, kinda martyr. Our love story is like a film on a reel, Our heartache's can't be filter. I heard your voice over the phone, You cried while you told me your problem. My heart's aching absorbing your voice tone, I think of my own situation and I'm overwhelmed. I visualize your face wet in blood, For many nights you cried so hard. Someday...I will pray to God. We found ourselves inlove. I will catch your heart, next time. When he break it again, you're mine. I will let you reign inside, I want to offer you love that will never subside.

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Apr 20, 2014

Apr 20, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC

joan-pacinabo

REIGN

Dedicated to: Corrine B. I fully understand what you feel, We're the same, kinda martyr. Our love story is like a film on a reel, Our heartache's can't be filter. I heard your voice over the phone, You cried while you told me your problem. My heart's aching absorbing your voice tone, I think of my own situation and I'm overwhelmed. I visualize your face wet in blood, For many nights you cried so hard. Someday...I will pray to God. We found ourselves inlove. I will catch your heart, next time. When he break it again, you're mine. I will let you reign inside, I want to offer you love that will never subside.

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All one glory. ominous contextual, meanings humongous without thought to consequence… sulfurous smell, sour, double entendre homogenous council genius plan, or so we thought genuine execution, or so it seemed feminine taste in styling, perfect female operatives male operatives stale-mate… disaster retruning pale faced bodies lie strewn plate on plate on plate of shields return, with bodies flat faces flake, crack, and cry fan the widows, fan the orphans, wipe their tears plan for the future, if you dare again dan-ce for the youth and show them hope man-to-man we deserve it… or do we? mention history prevention is operative at this point invention, 1984, convention, Meadows convent, Corrine Death ends for us all with a path… or without.

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Aug 28, 2013

Aug 28, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC

steven-fried

All Gone

All one glory. ominous contextual, meanings humongous without thought to consequence… sulfurous smell, sour, double entendre homogenous council genius plan, or so we thought genuine execution, or so it seemed feminine taste in styling, perfect female operatives male operatives stale-mate… disaster retruning pale faced bodies lie strewn plate on plate on plate of shields return, with bodies flat faces flake, crack, and cry fan the widows, fan the orphans, wipe their tears plan for the future, if you dare again dan-ce for the youth and show them hope man-to-man we deserve it… or do we? mention history prevention is operative at this point invention, 1984, convention, Meadows convent, Corrine Death ends for us all with a path… or without.

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C- Can you hear my heart calling your name? O- Only you, that I've been thinking of... R- Remembering the words that you said, R- Rewinding our exchange of conversation while lying on my bed. I- I'm still worried but you promised me... N- Now I wish and pray, E- Every little thing as days gone by...will be OK.

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Apr 20, 2014

Apr 20, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC

joan-pacinabo

CORRINE

C- Can you hear my heart calling your name? O- Only you, that I've been thinking of... R- Remembering the words that you said, R- Rewinding our exchange of conversation while lying on my bed. I- I'm still worried but you promised me... N- Now I wish and pray, E- Every little thing as days gone by...will be OK.

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