The Knife

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    The Knife

    I remember the days of happiness we once had,
    sharing,caring, and always so glad to see each other, and feel each others pain, but those days are gone now, and my heart feels pain,
    I can still feel your touch, and your warm kisses, wanting your constant emails, and our constant misses,
    But you departed so abruptly,
    with no reason or goodbye,
    I cry to feel the knife of love, that has stabbed me repeatedly
    only to bleed in tears.
    They say love has a mind of its own, only sharing with those who take risks and do not want to be alone
    what is humanity's excuse when we fail to do so,
    only to be cut by the knife of love.
    What color are your tears?

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    BeverlyMichaels commented on The Knife

    12-24-2009

    I like it. I can't explain why but I do like it . Great poem.

    Lolee commented on The Knife

    07-28-2009

    This is a good piece and it sure shows how a love that has gone wrong can hurt one to the point of agony.

    Qualin commented on The Knife

    07-10-2009

    .............................................deep.................................................. ..............................................and................................................... ............................................deeper............................................... who would even think of making you cry I dont know what color his tears are but I can tell you what color his eye would be...BLACK

    SunnyRain commented on The Knife

    05-30-2009

    I dont even know what to say, this poem is so good. I could feel the one i loved leave me again as if it just happened. It made me cry, but that means you did a good job.

    chinablack

    06/01/2009

    Thanks sunny. You are very nice. Hope to hear from you soon.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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