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Broken Poetry

Your
Eyes
Were the
Spark;
Your
Kiss my
Scarlet
Ink.
Your
Passion,
Its warmth;
Your
Love, its
Essence --
Its soul
And
Its heart.
When you
Left
Without
A trace,
The
Poetess
Lost her
Grace.

©danabelle 09.24.12

softwhispers

@softwhispers

A woman who weaves deep emotions into words, dictated by her heart, felt by her soul, whispered softly in a poem.

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Sad 😥 but lovely stuff 👍❤

Beautifull write 😥😘💐

This is wonderful stuff!😢❤😘

@leelee101 yah, it's sad 💔😢 thank you for the repost 💚😚

@gazplend @DarkLioness thank you so much, also for the reposts..😘😘😘

@Irrational_Kimmy @sjw thank you beautiful ladies for the reposts..😘🌹🌺🌷💙

@naaviie thank you for reposting this..😘😘💙🌹🌹

Beautiful piece @softwhispers 👏👏😢😘

@16Moonlight thank you. I've been trying to write a poem yesterday about a different topic but seems to be lacking in spark..so I wrote about it instead before going to bed..glad you liked it. 😊

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