Forever

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  • Lost Love
    • Allie
    • In Love and ready to start writting again.

    Forever

    You said we'd last forever
    but forever came to soon.
    Love was not strong enough to survive.
    Love, what a trick
    it comes and goes all
    to quick.
    at what price?
    A soul for payment
    can never be reclaimed, as
    it leaves not as the lamb
    but, the lion of March.
    Spiralling down
    into the deep abyss, it rips the soul
    from within.
    A hunger never plaited
    leaving it empty
    and destitude.

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    charles52 commented on Forever

    01-15-2010

    allie: To do so much with so little is very cool. Sad to see lost love is what you write about, but you do it so beautifully. Charles
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    spbsdude commented on Forever

    09-29-2009

    The emotion comes through in this poem and is deeply felt by me the reader. Beautiful images that elicit deep emotions is a talent, and you are talented. So much is said in so few words. Excellent job.
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    wildpendigus commented on Forever

    06-29-2009

    Your Princess of not only poetry but in so many other ways I'll give credit where it is due, it would be a pleasure just to work with you, I admire you for you, don't evr change for anyone or anything. grecowong@yahoo.com
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    Kristina commented on Forever

    06-11-2009

    WOW... what a way to express yourself into words we all can feel. I liked this one, only because I can relate... all to well. This is going on my Favs list. Keep up the good work.
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    UnworthyFather commented on Forever

    06-10-2009

    Sounds as though this was written from the heart!! Truly, this is exemplary as Chaos128 has put it. The deep darkness of the lines appeal to me. Thank you for sharing. 10
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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