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The Weave

The red weaves its way down my trembling hand

Like rain drops streams down a windowpane

Unmistaken expectations never realized

Waiting for all of my hurt to drain

She sliced a piece of me as she passed by

Leaving a deep impression in my soul

She burned me and raked me over

Like an old piece of crushed coal

She left me like an empty shoreline

One piece of sand on top of another piece

The pain inside of me runs deeper

Than a never ending stretch of beach

Stormy waves crashing mercilessly

Upon the barren jagged rocks

Warping away the crags with pleasure

As my love for you everyone laughingly mocks

There will be no rainbow at the end of this rain

Only a dry river bed that lives no more

A shell of a forgotten love left behind

Never to be the same as before

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©11 October 2012 - 1:40am — b4i8islept
12 October 2012 - 4:27am — SSmoothie
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wow this really brings so

wow this really brings so much to the table! cutting, love, life, pain, suffering, suffering by proxy, a whole gamut of depth and meaning for anyone who reads this powerfully stirring poem! BRAVO! great write look forward to reading more when I have time! cheers SS

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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