So I loved her,
at least I tried...
could not find her heart...
nothing was there.
I could try again,
I believe she has lost it...
or I could just leave it be;
she is nothing but heartache for me.
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a good poem, ah that is how it rolls sometimes, we try our very best to find the sweet smiles but all we get is aches and pains in the spirit.
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you too? Well, brothers in arms... this one was about that 'player'...
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You have the heart of an elephant, and the soul to match. I believe you can pull through this one, as you have others. You captured "aching" quite well in this piece.
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thank you, but in all honesty 'she' may just be a mirage...
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washing your hands can always symbolise getting rid of someone or something and this is what i sensed here. Giving up and moving on. great write.
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yes, and not as easy as it sounds... thanks...
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Ouch... and with a bull face-pic, no less. Virility and power. Love hurts.
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yes, the bull- from a cave painting... made by some desensitized caveman, no doubt... (who never had to worry about heartache! )
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I figured that was what you had intended with it. Good to hear.
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such a sad tone to this... yes, there is always heartache when yours is big and the other person doesn't have one.
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thanks... sad because we like to be successful in such matters, and sometimes it is just plain impossible...
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