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poetry exists
by Charlie Morgannot to harbour the soul; tho' it does;
nor say what you want, it's a telling.
a telling of 'tell it like it is'...wait.
don't go. there's this night. tonight.
love knows not how to spell tomorrow;
your sigh holds mine at bay. tonight.
what will the Sun see when he peeks?
two lovers, broken and healed. tell me.
still, i can't wait to see tomorrow;
tell me now. can your love spell tomorrow? 05/09/2010 Posted on 05/09/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 05/10/10 at 04:31 AM this is great Charlie, makes my head hurt, in a good way! |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 05/10/10 at 02:22 PM I really enjoyed this... reminds me how much I enjoy playing with words and getting them to do what I want! Great poem Chaz. |
| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 05/12/10 at 03:25 AM chaz...it's a modern day fairy tale...tis it is. ;) |
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