Oh, sorrow divine;
You took my last rhyme -
This pain is now mine
To ride for all time…
No bigger a shove
Than misguided love -
To fall from above
As a lightning-struck dove…
The lesson was learned
That once a heart spurned
It will remain burned
And can’t be returned…
So look here no more;
There’s nothing in store -
Just more empty floor
Behind this old door…
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Passionate Penchants
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A bouquet of Romance, Smiles, Inspiration, Faith and Tears
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The regurgitated love of Benjamin Norris
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Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. -Shakespeare
poetry and observations from a manic depressive sufferer
The aching sadness of this piece..heartbreaking.