Out of ReachA Poem by The Devil's Own B***hJealous lovers cry out, Our hearts torn apart. Soft whispers of memories Is all we have left of Yesterday. Endless are our tears of loves long lost. When will the heartache end? Each day becomes harder than the last. Naivety clouds our vision, Thinking trust can exist. Zealous lovers locked in an embrace, Each with his own obligations, Lusting over those who are out of their reach. Copyright©JosieWentzel30January2009
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1 Review Added on January 30, 2009 AuthorThe Devil's Own B***hRoodepoort, South AfricaAboutMy name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..Writing
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