| Open Poetry #22 |
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The Longing |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon
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The longing has become a life an entity all it's own nagging me each hour to pick up the phone. Call, leave a message would you hear my desire would you be able to detect my passion on fire? Would you know by my voice that I need you right now could you come to me love come to me somehow? Tearfully I turn, resist walk away from the phone wishing more than ever I wasn't here alone. WhiteRose |
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Miah Senior Member
since 2002-08-26
Posts 1062Pennsylvania |
Oh, I know that feeling. Lovely poem WhiteRose. ![]() |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Depicted well the ache of missing someone. Really great. ThisDiamond |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
WhiteRose - you're never alone when you are here at the blue pages. Keep writing it out, it does help a lot.... BC |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
I agree with Bill, Anne... Keep writing your heart out... and you do it so well. ~ chipmunk hugsLyra |
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