LeftOver LoveA Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
Don't leave me the crumbs of your cold, stale leftover love or the scrapings from your Saturday night fast food garbage
Even your coffee was from yesterday Taken cold... out of the fridge you call your heart
I feast on love grown food from the gardens tilled by tender hands that plant their roots deeply into fertile soil
Leftover love spills out over the top From a rusty, tin cup too full of itself
______________________________________________ LadeeAnne Anne P Murray~2011 © 2011 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne |
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Added on July 2, 2011 Last Updated on July 8, 2011 Author
anne p. murray- LadeeAnneBirmingham, ALAboutI'm not an extraordinary woman, simply put... I'm just a normal, ordinary one. In my private life I am gingerly cautious with the people I meet, but fearless in the words I write. Not an extrove.. more..Writing
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