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coffee pots

Updated on September 1, 2013

I knew as I walked inside

The signs were there for all

Little things that scream so loud

Bedsted far from the wall


Two coffee pots still on the stove

As I walked through the door

Tell me someone stayed last night

As my soul hits the floor


Then the way you stop your sentance

For it's not him you're talking to

Show it's not me in your heart

It's over.....we are through


I want to trust, I want to love

For we are all born free

But coffee pots and bedsteds

Killed all of that in me






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      Simba73 4 years ago from UK

      Thank you poetforlife :)

      Simba X

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      Marie Williams 4 years ago from Dallas, Texas.

      OMG Simba...great piece. Unfortunately, I could relate, but life does go on.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Creative and interesting.

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      Victoria Lynn 4 years ago from Arkansas, USA

      Interesting, Simba!

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      Simba73 4 years ago from UK

      Ha !! never !! coffees for sharing and I need to share to get where I wanna be Shauna X

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      Yep, they do. Maybe stick to one coffee pot!

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      Simba73 4 years ago from UK

      little things scream loudly Shauna ;)

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      Interesting, Jon! Two coffee pots? Hmmm.