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Discarded Love
Contributed by
Disenchanted_Poet
on
Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 11:24:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Bleak midwinter
And snow lies all around
My heart is cold and empty
And I long to walk on the hot sand
With the sun burning my body
And my love close at hand
Will you ever return?
Or will I always live in bleak midwinter
Send me word of where you are
Have you found a new love?
Have you moved on to someone new?
I am still in a frozen state
Stuck rigid where you left me
Unable to move on
One kiss would thaw my bones
One moment of bliss would unfreeze my toes
I would follow you to the ends of the earth
But my feet are frozen to the ground
And all around there is no sound
In this frozen wilderness
I will live forever
Suspended in time
A monument to discarded love
Copyright ©
Disenchanted_Poet
... [
2004-02-13 23:24:00]
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Re: Discarded Love
(User Rating: 1 )
by blueheart on
Saturday, 14th February 2004 @ 01:24:56 AM AEST
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| I feel the same way you do. In fact my poem "Valentine's Day for The Lonely" reflects exactly what I'm feeling. |
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Re: Discarded Love
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by bobotheclown on
Saturday, 14th February 2004 @ 01:41:12 AM AEST
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valentines day is revolting. I loved yer poem and your frequent references to cold. Awesome
Bobo (Joel) |
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Re: Discarded Love
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 6th March 2011 @ 11:03:08 AM AEST
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| interesting choice of scenery for this poem, i like it |
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