| Open Poetry #47 |
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Digits Of Love |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
I'd send you a dream in another e-mail And open my heart to attach, But it would be hard to explore and unveil, Since digits and feelings don't match. The digits of love are a changeable thing Without a permanent code, However, the vivid emotions they bring Still fill the handwritten plain note. My messages turned to a terrible mess, Unfiltered, they bury the truth, It's hard to conceal, and it's hard to confess They all are mistakes of my youth. A look through the glass back to winter of fate Reminds me of beautiful times When magical digits from zero to eight Appeared as love fixed in rhymes. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
This is absolutely very well written, you projected the passion and yearning for a time gone forever. A truly wonderful piece of poetry, A Beautiful Disaster. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"My messages turned to a terrible mess, Unfiltered, they bury the truth, It's hard to conceal, and it's hard to confess They all are mistakes of my youth." Very relatable. Enjoyed the write. JL ![]() Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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