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Play with Me
is this what it feels like?
is this the way I hurt when I see pain?
before me, parading, hidden with a giggle
we remember. . .the past
You, with your wild days
Me, just beginning,
oblivious to that world existing behind my back
I am here now
cold does not burn
I am here for a reason
not just physical, it is spiritual
and my heart cries
it has bawled for you,
like a goddamn toddler
over a lost toy
or a lost playmate
never enjoyed, never recieved
yet still hopeful
because. ....
LOVE
Hey there, I noticed you were from Grand Forks, which is close to my hometown, I began reading your poetry, and really enjoyed it! This one in particular I loved! The way you compare the hurt hits dead on when I thought there were no words to explain that kind of hurt... so thanks! :) Keep writing!
THANKS
For the comment, kinda surprised anyone reads this shite. I spent a good amount of time posting it all, then forgot it was even here. Still, catching up on my debts so, again, thank you.