My Man...My Friend

My Man...My Friend

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
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Written about a brief romantic encounter that felt like it was sprinkled with faerie dust but ended up being nothing but a... wish for

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Although you think I cannot see

because they’re deep within your heart

I’ve seen you cry your silent tears

descending down…

salty, clear

like the rain in your soul as they silently

slide to the corners of your mouth

right on down into my heart

I feel your pain…

held you close within my arms

As you wept with unshed tears

that caught in your throat

Some current...

Some from the past...

So intent on finding peace somewhere

out there amidst your grief

My heart wonders if someday

you’ll give me the chance

to quench your passionate thirst

allowing my music to play the strings of your heart

In a different way

A different tune

without ever letting you forget your other

Then one day…

you’ll find sweet love again


                                    

                                 


copyright 2005


All poems written  and copyrighted by LadeeAnne

Anne P Murray

A   ‘ Pas De Duex' of Rhythm and Visions ~



© 2012 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


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i honestly enjoyed this poem, the way you captured the pain of longing for something... something you may never have.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like how the yearning to be with him reads like you already are one. I was not expecting at last to realize you are friends. Which leaves it open.


Posted 13 Years Ago


This was beautiful. I enjoyed it very much.
♥ Ta'Shandra

Posted 13 Years Ago



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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

Birmingham, AL



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