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Love poem, what else.

The warm fire melts the frozen mist; that hangs like dust in the cold, night air It drips from his hats brim and freezes on his back again. His ..

Revised; omitted ‘most’ subordinating conjunctions and cleaned up the punctuation a bit.

Our life together was unraveling at its seam.An openwound; black withblood; a sickeningsmell; a rottingsoul; putrid withanger; deceit ..

In reality, it had become impossible to unravel the me from him from us; our lives so miserably intertwined. The wall wa..

I was living a lie. There was truth inmy feelings for each one of them. And yetThe pendulumswings moment,by moment day,by day. And with ea..

I want to be alone; I want to be 'let' alone There is a difference; they are not the same But not all of the time; sometimes that is not what I ..

A shadow light condescends Outside my window In stillness, stands the moonlight As darkness descends I cannot see (Do you think of me?) Thou..

I felt, Invisible. Alone. Disconnected. If you knew, how to make me visible, would you? If you knew , how to accompa..

I walked the straight and narrow; with dedication and commitment. The dedication fades. I hate the listlessness that invades my soul, leav..