Thursday, March 22, 2012

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No more I allow his voice to find my pen
I will not let his eyes roam my  mouth
His hands will be comfort not
And if I crack,
Forgiveness I'll remember, but,
The shades of his sides,
The tastes of his loves,
Him with the personality of the clouds
Will forever be on my mind.
I'll miss him for sure,
For tears exsist on the releam his tongue came from.
My eyes are dried.
My heart is restored.
Love resides on my lips
And in my arms you'll find honesty.
Now, I realize what he lacked
Now, I know what I will retain for  the next.

2 comments:

  1. A very touching love poem Latedra, we've all been there :), you have beautiful metaphors :).

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