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Time, the devil it is.

Poetry By: TheBraveHearted
True confessions


Submitted:Aug 19, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

I fell in love with him, yes
but time, the devil it is, destroied the love
Passionate kisses that fell on my lips
grow as cold as the ice winter brings
Time, the devil it is, won't let me leave
my bags at the door step of change
I try walking through the threshold
that sings songs of the kinder days that are to come
The sweet melodies draw me closer
also taunt me. But one day will come when
i will throw thoes bags away with tears
in my eyes and cross that threshold with
the smile that one was mine.
I will smell the lovely air that is
relief and feel my smile stay for awhile
Hope will run through my heart and send
my thoughts racing


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