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Bruisedsoul

Crumpled into a tight held fist 
my feeling torn from my soul
what anger does grow such weeds
that emit  foul words to my heart 
hear then shatter my respect
for such a beautiful face could turn love ugly
I shirk the responsibility of this hateful wretch
and caution then the reason for natures 
Rose and Thorn……knowing now that fragrance lure
does deceive the romantic to let bleed the innocent
and a reason for so many different flowers….makes
me smile.

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Jerry Bolton November 6, 2013 at 12:52 PM Such is the devilment of love and its pitfalls. Love, when things are going right is the most wonderful feeling in the world. And when it goes from everlasting light to dark, ominous clouds there is no hurt in the world like the hurt of a shattered heart. Eh . . . at least at the end of your poem you smiled.