Human

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    Human

    As time goes by
    And I don't see your face
    You stay away....in that very far place
    I begin to think
    He'll forget me now
    I can't reach out
    Can't stroke his brow
    My life was complicated
    Now it is not
    I reach for him
    But it seems he's forgot
    Maybe our moments
    I thought were so tall
    To him were nothing
    But tiny and small
    My head hurts at times ....to know the truth
    He said he loves
    Does he know what that means?
    Treats me like ... I am a machine
    But wait...... It's me
    A living ....loving.... and sometimes confused
    Human being

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    jademelissa74 commented on Human

    08-02-2009

    The phrases used to composed this brilliant piece are simply thought-provoking. You manage to reel in the reader and maintain a level of interest throughout the entire poem. You are quite artistic. Great job!

    mufasa

    08/03/2009

    Thank you for your comment. I remember how I woke up in the middle of the night with these words running through my head,the things I feel with the heart,I express with the hands.

    Wallysaruman commented on Human

    07-30-2009

    This is something familiar to me. Love this one, Sandra!

    Vincent commented on Human

    07-30-2009

    I'm sorry that the man you write about did not feel the same as you, love is so meant for two. But you are wise and beautiful person, and when the time is right the magic of love will come. smiles Vincent enjoyed the poem

    rollerderby commented on Human

    07-28-2009

    Love that is not returned is but wasted love. when the fire of love only show a faint glimmer of its old self and the embers are cooling one must find a way to fan the fire or find a new heat source. Well written my dear!!!

    mufasa

    07/29/2009

    I totally agree with your answer and thanks.Have posted poem today about my son.feedback would be nice,and you have a good day.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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