tideA Poem by Ross Davison
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i’ve been left by the beach crying dis se m in ate d. the harbor washed flotsam and jetsam rubble photos of my love s smiling back, watermarked and smudged still beautiful and stinging. what is this tragic love, the twisted sweet torture we force long for on ourselves throwing our souls off the roof into the lava pit a sad addiction to be in compl e t e in life without the surround of lover wife husband and desolate alone. i want to hear the sound of true love again, Fresh of school before responsibility cor r o d e d, where she sends me love letters with the sweetie’s i dotted a heart, looking up into my eyes as if she sees how much i can’t think of the world without her elegant grace making out in the car when you can. but this (my sho)sand(rts now) is in, the photos are starting to fl o a t a w a y . old and torn my image stales as i throw your picture in with the rest to be sucked out with the tide. © 2008 Ross DavisonReviews
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7 Reviews Added on March 20, 2008 AuthorRoss DavisonNew Bedford, MAAboutBorn on Cape Cod, and transported from school to school, I began writing at 15. Twisting the way the words layed on the paper, spreading them out to accentuate pauses or connections. I've been publi.. more..Writing
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