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One Time Thing

Updated on October 13, 2010

Most times that I breath
It hurts.
Here please take my hand
And hold it ever so tight.
Here it is
My secret.. Down
Inside our bottle of spoiled wine.
I’m so lonely here and
Tired of being tired
Please wake me soon dear.
Then we may reflect on
Which one of us
Is holding the key to
All that is locked.
I’m going down smiling
and rising up frowning.
When was there peace?
There wasn’t till now.
I'm here and gone all at once
And at twice the price.
What did you pay for that
Quick glance at my soul?
There was a time
I would have lied
But not now
Not this time.
Now I am the portrait of pain
Could you tell?
Through all this paint?
Here it is
The ominous truth
It's coming
through this mans moon’s soft glow.
There it is
Your haunting honor
shinning on from your stars of fate.


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    • Awful Poet profile image

      David Walston 7 years ago from The Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC) (m-M)_0 = 18.41, or 48 kpc (~157,000

      Thank you very much so.

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      brandonfan 7 years ago from Mid West

      Really liked this poem, I'll be reading more.:)

    • aware profile image

      aware 7 years ago from West Palm Beach Florida.

      I love your poems .there very understandable and easy to read. You use words very well.


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      daydreamer13 7 years ago

      Beautiful. well written. well done. I'm looking forward to the next one.

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      kimberlyslyrics 7 years ago

      Ah but in that pure truth born from pain comes clarity, most often we do not see the gift in pain. A good example your talent. If we think or look into it, the most memorable and moving messages are from talent of pain. Saddle comes to mind as well. Your torture is your gift/ Why must it be this way. AP believe me I know very little, but just in observation to give, I will always believe is the greatest gift of all. You give here with your talent, but make no mistake I wish to take your pain

      I have been terrible about coming by

      you are far from alone

      love you