A Bitter Taste
Take the hammer,
Grab the sin,
Simply pound it,
Deeper in,
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With a smirk,
And gentle grace,
Ignore the anguish,
On his face,
Once you swore,
To get him down,
Remove the thorny,
Awful crown,
But soon a bitter,
Comes again,
As you taste,
Familiar sin,
You daily choose,
To take a loss,
And always nail him,
To that cross.
Poem:
(At Her Feet)
The way it likes,
To skip a beat,
When you lay it,
At her feet.
The way it soars,
A hundred days,
When you see,
Her subtle ways.
A heart betrays,
A thousand times,
In well placed verse,
And harshest lines.
You bleed a page,
And hope to share,
Every bit,
Of all you care.
A line of absence,
That will grow,
Till nothing left,
Is all you’ll show.
She’ll come around,
And you won’t sigh,
A heart won’t skip,
Or long to die.
But soon you find,
That she is there,
As everything,
Once more does care.
She’s just a feeling,
You can’t beat,
Though she’ll never see you,
A Place For Poetry: Part 7
Poem:
(At Her Feet)
The way it likes,
To skip a beat,
When you lay it,
At her feet.
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The way it soars,
A hundred days,
When you see,
Her subtle ways.
#######
A heart betrays,
A thousand times,
In well placed verse,
And harshest lines.
#######
You bleed a page,
And hope to share,
Every bit,
Of all you care.
#######
A line of absence,
That will grow,
Till nothing left,
Is all you’ll show.
#######
She’ll come around,
And you won’t sigh,
A heart won’t skip,
Or long to die.
#######
But soon you find,
That she is there,
As everything,
Once more does care.
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She’s just a feeling,
You can’t beat,
Though she’ll never see you,
At her feet.