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I Write Not About The Walls (Audio)

Poetry By: Scribblings of a middle aged mad man
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The End


Submitted:Aug 31, 2011    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I ask you feel the tears that soak this note

I believe they speak the words that fail me

Since the slammed door and your dramatic exit

I only hear my pulse calling your return

I accept the blame or what ever it takes

Just consider our past, our history

Think over again the good times

Relive those smiles that you wore

I see the tears are now dry

But look within the smudged ink

It is there, you will see

My pain, my hurting

Come home soon

For this is your home

I write not about the walls

I talk of my heart





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