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By Tom Barton Submitted by the_poet Date: 2003 Jan 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.23.19.02.27404]] |
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I admire her from a distance. As you would a peice of art. Afraid to say things that I feel. To touch or share my heart. My body is a vessel with a heart of stone with in. I fear for all to see it ,Or to use it once again. I wore it on my shoulder, for all the world to see. It seems I gave it freely. And it got the best of me. If my life could be started over. I would pick a different time. One where I wouldn't know her. Or ever have her on my mind. If now I was struck with blindness. If I could never see again. Her face would never leave me. Her love always within. |