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Poetry By: Frank

Tags: Love, Hurt, Abuse

The hurt that love creates in words.

Submitted:Oct 6, 2006    Reads: 399    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Oh what woe's did bring

that baleful voice relentless sting

with wounds agape

my soul escaped

and hung upon a string

Oh what woe's do bring

that silent voice with vengeance sing

with bruises black

my heart turns back

and waits around unseen

Now what woe's will bring

that voice o'dark deceitful thing

with cheer abound

my heart is found

and roams inside a dream

By: Frank Henderson


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