When you smile now I die a little inside
Knowing because it’s him and I subside
You once gave the gift only loving me
Were only there ways setting this curse free
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-46.html?
blessing…
shake it off, be free and be happy.
you deserve the best.
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Quit.. you’re making me blush.. smiles..
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this one packs a punch…lovely
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Thanks David.
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I agree with Jingle…you deserve better.
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A time past the immediate present… But thanks for the support!
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Free..what a word! We must detach from the yearning for a better past.. I really feel this poem..
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We try to rewrite the past but to what end? Even a chisel won’t erase what’s set in stone. Thanks for the visit and the comment.
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heartbreaking.
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Thanks for the comment and the visit.
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Oh, poem’s true. Think we all have an “Were only there ways …”
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It’s like a bleeder you can’t control.
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Succinct with a bitter truth. Nice.
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Thanks for the visit and the comment.
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A very difficult call and test of life, within your words.
Eileen
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A very painful scenario to go through–heart rending.
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The pain in Spain falls mainly when it rains. Under this pressure b4 I would yell Cocktails!
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