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May 18, 2010
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What good is love
I waited for your love in hope,
that ours would come again,
and make me feel the things I felt,
when we were one back then
but time and distance have erased,
the things i wished anew,
and now i find myself alone,
though i am here with you,
What good is love, that does not touch
What good is love, that gives you pain
What good is love, that makes you run
And makes you lost in the rain.
I traveled to another world,
Out far beyond the one we knew,
I thought that I could live again,
And now I find I'm back with you,
But what of hearts that beat as one,
and what of passion and embrace,
is it to much to ask of you,
To make these tears of mine erase,
What good is love, that does not touch,
What good is love, that gives you pain,
What good is love that makes you run,
And makes you lost in the rain,
Too painful this, to journey back,
To times of love and laughter free,
The times we lay together with,
a secnce of you, a sence of me,
So now I journey on alone,
forever wondering in my thoughts,
And I shall ask you once again,
Waht good is love,
When nothing left, of what we had been.
that ours would come again,
and make me feel the things I felt,
when we were one back then
but time and distance have erased,
the things i wished anew,
and now i find myself alone,
though i am here with you,
What good is love, that does not touch
What good is love, that gives you pain
What good is love, that makes you run
And makes you lost in the rain.
I traveled to another world,
Out far beyond the one we knew,
I thought that I could live again,
And now I find I'm back with you,
But what of hearts that beat as one,
and what of passion and embrace,
is it to much to ask of you,
To make these tears of mine erase,
What good is love, that does not touch,
What good is love, that gives you pain,
What good is love that makes you run,
And makes you lost in the rain,
Too painful this, to journey back,
To times of love and laughter free,
The times we lay together with,
a secnce of you, a sence of me,
So now I journey on alone,
forever wondering in my thoughts,
And I shall ask you once again,
Waht good is love,
When nothing left, of what we had been.
— Dark.Poetress, May 18, 2010
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Bonitaj
16 years ago
Hello Poet_Laureate
Dark.Poetress
16 years ago
Thanks
scribbler
16 years ago
love
Dark.Poetress
16 years ago
Thanks!
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