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Phantom Heart

AnonAnon Posts: 11,175
edited August 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I can't love anymore
Not even sure what that means
Can't feel it, I'm numb there
Can't say it, I'm dumb there

I can't explain
The phantom pains
From where love used to shine
It's disappeared
From all the fear
Of breaking one more time

There's no heartbeat
And no retriet
To live and love no more
What comes first
To quench love's thirst
Then slam it in the door
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  • lovin kindlovin kind Posts: 268
    that a poor person in need of food would trade the frozen goods for a hot meal because he or she has no stove
    thanks to everyone who can read what i write without having to say something mean
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    lovin kind wrote:
    Remember that a poor person in need of food would trade the frozen goods for a hot meal because he or she has no stove

    That line moved me more than anything I've read for a long long time.
  • lovin kindlovin kind Posts: 268
    when i cant write and all i do is act like some unqualified therapist

    thank god though because i feel like thats what some others do around here as well
    thanks to everyone who can read what i write without having to say something mean
  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    lovin kind wrote:

    thank god though because i feel like thats what some others do around here as well

    Youre right.Its quite nice though actually.At least someone cares but if youve ever been to a therapist-they piss ya the fuck off/they could really care less.

    Regarding this poem....I like it.Its like my non-existant dating life.
    JUST slam it in the door.And i like it that way.well......with one exception.:)
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

    PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
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