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I laid in a steaming hot bubble bath my eyes closed my head rested upon the edge an aroma fills the room not the scent of the bubbles but familiar your cologne so thick I gasped for air laying in bed my eyes closed my head rested upon my pillow my hair is brushed off my face my spine tingles as I feel the back of your hand caress my cheek I can't help but to inhale deeply and close my eyes tighter than they were when I feel your fingers stroking my hair sitting under a tree my eyes are closed my head is rested in my hands my heart flutters as you grab my hand pull me up to dance you hold me close my head now resting on your shoulder the rhythm...only the beat of my heart the melody...only the words in my head trying to read my eyes partially open my head rested in my palm I hear your laughter echoing down the hall lightening my heart I cant help but laugh with you writing this poem my eyes are open my head thrown back in frustration you are a ghost it was never real we never existed together it was a lie

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Date: 9/24/2013 2:19:00 PM
sometimes it is real. and we are too demanding we just want to keep on commanding. be perfect, be perfect in every way. thats when it ends miserably.
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Date: 9/5/2013 10:27:00 AM
A lie... or a piece of yourself yearning for something... It's all in how you look at it. Great Write. Great imagery... and very thought provoking.
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Date: 8/30/2013 12:43:00 PM
Wow, not just a ghost a fabrication, a fantasy. You've done it again Valerie, good job taking me on that ride once again. You are a very talented lady, you do good work, and I look forward to reading more of your poetry as you write it. Great body of work thus far! MC
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Date: 8/26/2013 5:34:00 PM
Well penned. Love it. Cheers :) A~D
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Date: 8/15/2013 10:07:00 PM
Nice poem with a great twist
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Date: 6/29/2013 4:23:00 PM
boo! lovely lady. and a fabulous poem you have written. It kind of remind me of my own haunting. maybe it is good that he is only a ghost and not real.... cause if he was real, then imagine all the dilemma he would cause deep in the heart, if not already. psst! I love the line, about his cologne waking every sense inside you... powerful!!! love this one... take care sexy one. xox ~ SKAT ~
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Date: 6/25/2013 7:42:00 AM
Oh that was like a punch in the gut. I did not expect that ending. Excellent piece.
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Date: 6/20/2013 4:22:00 PM
Interesting lines that you have penned...Sara
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Date: 6/17/2013 10:43:00 PM
You tell a sad tale in this one - very vividly. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 6/15/2013 8:34:00 AM
reading between the lines I did, a ghost they become as they fade and you can't piece back together what had happened cause it just seems to unreal, enjoyed this one ... ~always, Linda
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