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My heart, it beats inside of me
Beating to surpress this feeling, so fickle
As it beats, it grows.
As it grows, it dies.
This fablous life of mine,
I'd hope yours not the same
This tender touch never soft,
His warm feeling so ice cold.
NOthing would ever be enough
Nothing is ever satisfying
This wonderful feeling he gives me
Is sometimes more than unbareble
These wonderful years of mine,
I hope yours not the same,
His soft eyes like piercing needles
His comfort never feeling safe
These blows hurts, almost like words.
These words hurts more than blows.
This feeling he gives me...
Sometimes makes me cold in fire.
I like the way your poetry flows, Kate. I also like how every word seems to fit so nicely throughout the overall scheme of things. You come across as a natural poet, Kate. That is, as though the poems just come to you, and then fall together so beautifully. I feel so very honored to read your verse, and think of you as a truly special writer of both deep inner emotion, and breath taking warmth.