A Sympathetic Man?
Her tears slip quietly
Down her face
As he holds her close
And whispers softly.
“I love you”
He tells her
And kisses away the tears
“Don’t cry, I’m here.”
She sighs as the tears
Fade slowly away
He pulls her closer
“I’ll never leave you”
She hears him say
She wants to believe him
But somehow she can’t
She’s been hurt too many times
Cried too much
It feels too familiar
Others have claimed
The same thing he
Is claiming now
But they’re all gone
Won’t he do the same?
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| God's Favorite | 1 | 08/20/2009 |
| Drowning, How Cliché... | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Aphrodite | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Anxiety | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Alone | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Almost Like Breathing | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| All Is Lost | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| Abandon | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Thousand | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Sympathetic Man? | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Step-Dad | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Single Touch | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A New Light | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Lifetime Unknown | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Glimpse Into You | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Friend | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Dream Come True? | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| A Beat Apart | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| *The Word | 3 | 08/20/2009 |
| (4) The Last Days - The Resurrection | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| (3) The Last Days - The Crucifixtion | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| (2) The Last Days - The Last Supper | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| (1) The Last Days - The Garden | 1 | 08/20/2009 |
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