Sweet, sweet Deborah
Yes, a voice of pure love
Pierces me from Hell's depths
Tail-waggin'good time adventure
In Parke County, Indiana
An observer of life
P.S. I love you!
My friend
And the words will come easily very soon
These words of glass
It just keeps ticking away...
You and I
Can you see the magic through love's kaleidoscope?
I have your memory to wrap myself around
And for my poetc soul
And feeling broken inside
Author notes
Here we are again... and again they match somewhat. Totally random though. Totally! Unbelievable really! LOL!
A contest entry
- Build A Poem with the Last Lines of Your Own Poetry! FUN! by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 16, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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SO TENDER AND SWEET!!!
As the heart feels there is always a reason which we should not let go of.
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Kevin,
Actually, this poem is made up of the last lines from the first 17 poems I have on here. It is not supposed to make any sense. But somehow some of the lines to seem to fit together. It was a WILD Friday night on here! LOL!
Thanks for stopping by to read.
~Donna~
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LOL...
Again, some of the lines strangely fit together very well!
Sweet, sweet Deborah
Yes, a voice of pure love
Pierces me from Hell's depths
I liked this one:
Can you see the magic through love's kaleidoscope?
I have your memory to wrap myself around
Good luck in the contest!
All the best,
~T.S~
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T.S.
Yeah, I know those first three fit strangely together. LOL! The other one too, fits together. WOW! Amazing to me! Thanks for stopping by to read. Good luck with the judging.
~Donna~
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