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I stood above the clouds overlooking the dusk
but not high enough to touch the moon

I loved her eyes I yearned for her touchand the fire in her lips it would consume

My soul became her feast she was my precious beast
I loved as if she came from my own womb

But she was just my girl my lover my mare
I was her Mr Here because I was always there

like a tissue or kleenex I wiped away her tearsand always told I would always careShe thought Id liedshe stabbed me deep with knives

I wrote her poems so deep the impact felt like hives
We made love so sweet that even the passion ryhmed

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  • jianina
    jianinaover 6 years ago

    there is always that one in our lives that makes us think differenetly on our approach to relationships…and it can either make us realize how much more we can give and we do from then on>>or we become more corrupt in our generosity and start accepting only what people give without ever giving back..as if it will fill a void>>>there is nothings wrong with having a loss! As long as you continue to value it…but crime does not pay…no matter how much money you have in your pocket!!

  • Roscoe Davis III
    Roscoe Davis IIIover 6 years ago

    I absolutley agree jianina. And No crime doesnt pay. ( scruff Mcgruff?) And Im a generous person so im always the one giving. And I dont mind giving because what goes around comes around. Even if that person aint the one giving back somehow it will pay off in the end…

  • tinkster08
    tinkster08over 6 years ago

    I completely love this one! We all have those loves that we are fully commited to and we are fully blinded by! When they hurt us, that is when we are on the spotlight, that is when it matters most whether we die from the pain or grow stronger from it! I love this piece because you say it with so much conviction and so much love and you know that it is over and that you have moved on, and even though she hurt you so much you still remember the good. Only those loves that are deep and true can be remembered as the great times that they were and not the terribly rough times at the end. Beautiful piece!

  • Thanks a lot Tink. Yeah, thats exactly what pretty much happened.

    – Roscoe Davis III

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