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Sun 19 Jun, 2005 03:05 pm
The heart is exposed,
beating in front of an audience,
mindless and rhythmic it never stops,
it longs to be appreciated on a deeper level,
hoping the right person comes along to do just that,
the rhythm becomes a melody,
one to soothe all hostility,
a crowd gathers along the boundaries of time,
all seeking to just turn back time,
if only the heart had broken its cycle,
maybe it would find its lost piece in denial.
Lex, that is a lovely poem. I could feel that metaphorical heart beat. Welcome to A2K fellow Floridian.
My word, Lex. Where have you been? Hope all is well with you.
yeah, sorry. I've had some bad writer's block lately. But, luckily I'm finding more inspiration. So thanks for making me feel welcomed here. Hope you enjoy some of my newer writing I've posted.
Yup we like this one
Not two sure about these two lines
"it longs to be appreciated on a deeper level,
hoping the right person comes along to do just that, "
The rest of it is all fragmented - and I think that style works - whereas these two lines are more... prosey
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