by Rick Parise |
Categories:
first love, heart, poetry,
Could my bleeding heart testify to the undying love trapped deep inside
Engulfed by the heart yet bound by the mind
With every passing moment fading in time
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Abrook the tortured soul retreat
Alone to sit despair of love
In hushed torment a moment drown
Betossed the soul without a sound
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7/17/17