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About This Poem
Emptiness
I long for empty mailboxes and days that don't drag on
no past memories of summer times long gone
a little blood in my eyes to see my way back home
A simple smile over coffee while sitting all alone
I don't remember romance, yet how he did me wrong
so many what ifs makes my life ever-so long
I want to dance in bare feet and a white gauzy gown
with a man who's love is true on streets made of cobblestone
but until then listen to my heart's irregular beat call
Inspired by lyrics from Ray LaMontagne; New York is Killing Me
Too much rhyme purposely done. I am doing some exercises and the rhyme will not be so forced right now it is. Will be for a while, learning some things for the time being.
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