there is a hole in my life where you used to live
under blue skies and blissful sunshine
with beaches and forests and long summer strolls
now the hole is as deep as a mine
there is a hole in my heart where you used to love
with a gentleness so sweet and warm
where you kissed my lips and created my smile
now the hole is black as a storm
there is a hole in my dreams where you used to dance
where the music was happy and bright
with guitars and violins and cool saxophones
now the hole is as dark as the night
there is a hole in my soul where you used to be
where you soothed me and tended me well
a perfectly heavenly tranquility
now the hole has the bleakness of hell
there is a hole in me
So sad. I have been there. If this is still going on, I am sorry. You are loved.
Scott
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It’s all cool, Scott, it’s just a poem.
Life experience and all that, but hearts mend.
Don’t they?
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They do. Still, I have been there, not pleasant, but I am still here.
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Sad and beautiful. It is amazing the damage one human can leave behind. Whether intentional or not the wreckage is fearsome to behold.
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Thank you, Joseph.
It does seem that some hurt is inevitable in life.
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You put into words the pain that I am quite familiar with.
Bravo.
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Merci pour ta visite.
Pas beaucoup je peux dire.
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This is so beautiful but heart wrenching. I loved it!!
-Naima
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Thank you, Naima, and how lovely to see you visit here again.
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I enjoyed your poetry 🙂 You’re most welcome.
-Naima
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Beautiful but very sad.
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Merci, Gys, c’est charmant de te voir ici.
Bises
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je te lis dès que tu publies 🙂
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Tu es toujours gentille.
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pourquoi devrai-je être désagréable ? 🙂
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