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~ the box ~

 

 

 

I had thought you were gone

All memories flamed in a pyre of goodbye

 

    ( then I opened that box )

 

You tumbled out….

 A hundred stabs from yellowed reminders

A hundred tears to heal the wounds

 

 My soul aches for the tomorrow that could never be

and the illusions that never promised more than today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Beauty Of Silence
    December 14, 2008

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    wow. this is really powerful, your emotions were so raw in this poem. and it said a very sad story keep the faith alive


  • Balldinger silver member
    May 29, 2008

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    full of a top-sized validation entree. slips in to wrap-flexed burn versions and oxidizes as it goes. the opening of the box will always be the best piece of anticipation without its closure. Nice poem maryande ~ Ed


  • leo2
    May 2, 2008

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    I'd be a rich man if I had a nickle for every time I had this feeling. You know when you think your dreams are finally in reach and they vaporize right before your sleepy eyes at dawn. It's so good to see you gracing the pages of AP.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long


  • Cyber Artist Moderators member
    April 27, 2008

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    This sounds like a profoundly private piece that I have stumbled upon. extremely well written with just enough to convey the story and feelings...
    cyberartist