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Baby, don't you know
by Keith D Allison
God…
to find a space
baby, you makes me cry
tired of lies
Dreams
a symphony, that runs through the veins
to hide the pain
from your games
Guns, swords and words
they rip at
they tear at
the body, the heart and soul
Baby, don't you know
don't you know
when heart is cut
it bleeds
11/23/2011 Posted on 11/23/2011
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 11/24/11 at 02:43 AM and I feel as if I must find the bandage..so very strongly felt and expressed..wonderfully written Keith! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/24/11 at 07:35 PM ..."Let it be stairways, and a splintery box
Where you have thrown me, scraped me with your kiss,
Have honed me, have released me after this
Cavern kindness smiled away our shocks.
That is the birthright of our lovely love
In swaddling clothes." - Brooks. Delighted, thanks! |
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