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Wed 4 Feb, 2004 03:19 pm
I rest my weary head
on a pillow of despair.
I should have lied, denied.
He knew.
Wrapped close
dragged to the stars
in wild delight
a crescendo of passion
soon spent.
Then shame.
Just once was no excuse.
Trust was gone
into the annals of
what might have been.
I cry myself to sleep,
a million tears
won't bring him back.
Maggie, I am bowled over by the abject pain in this poem..."...the crescendo of pain....."
I believe she wrote "the crescendo of passion".
I love it cusick.
Are you saying that you cheated "just once" or that you are sorry that you only did it once? Or have I completely missed this one? Please enlighten me.
and so she did, individual. Let's not quibble over words.
Then what are you saying?
What am I saying? This is cusick's poem. I was simply giving her positive feedback.
I suppose I should quit now before I get any more confused.
Cross purposes are really quite funny,
The birds and the bees and the honey.
Sorry, cusick. Individual and I didn't mean to hijack your lovely poem.
I liked the poem as well, cusick.
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Thank you all for your comments. Individual it was just the once, in fantasy. Sorry Letty didn't want to start a war.Appreciated gustav. Maggie
i think to analyze this poem would do it a great dishonor and that if you choose to then you should look past the obvious words and try to read the feelngs that are the basis of the words
The dark lord
Thank you for commenting lord. it is good that people see a different side to a poem. I try never to explain. Maggie
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