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In The LImbo Of Hearts Left Hanging.

Updated on December 19, 2009

In The Limbo Of Hearts Left hanging.

 

 

So many hearts left hanging
between empty limbs,
still wet with the kiss
of the mourning's dew.
Swaying softly
in the warm breeze,
as if they are
remembering
love's dance,
long stilled
after blooming.

Mine hangs there,
second row,
three across,
waiting to be plucked,
and treasured again.
Let her wear it
on her sleeve,
like a corsage,
soon enough
we wither and die,
let me perish
in an arrangement
of what she sees
as beautiful.
The strings of
my heart dangle
severed too soon,
and returned to
this garden of
lonely hearts,
trembling in
anticipation.
We languish here
much like pink
butterflies,
in the amber
of despair.

 

©-MFB III

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      seasoning 7 years ago

      she will return ....... she must lovely words, i am a fan

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