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Saint Stephan

Was born a saint That dreamed died at two In the morning Never very good at tying me shoes So now I am older, three times the devil As I dream to see where life leads me I close my eyes To escape the desires I never touched She called me a Romeo, yet I never kissed The love felt I was certain was bliss So I walked away No more waiting, for silly moment’s lost Played all my cards, and all hearts gone And now I dig with grave thoughts in mind For as I stare at the hole below I see where Saint Stephan Died at two

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Victoria Anderson-Throop

Date: 11/26/2013 5:43:00 PM

"I close my eyes To escape the desires I never touched" very fine lines

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/9/2013 8:22:00 AM

Ha ha, I can relate. I had a friend this weekend ask to read some of my darker pieces. I surprised him when I complied. I think you have done a good job of showing us anothe facet of your multidimensional being.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 9/13/2013 4:36:00 PM

Thank you so much Richard, I appreciate all your comments!

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 9/9/2013 8:23:00 AM

Thanks for all your visits and comments, I really appreciate you taking the time to look through and read my poems.

Seren Roberts

Date: 9/8/2013 11:38:00 PM

Hi my friend, definitely a mood change, I liked it....Seren

Arthur Vaso

Date: 9/8/2013 8:48:00 PM

thank you kindly, and oh have many more like this one!!!!!!

Eileen Manassian

Date: 9/8/2013 8:34:00 PM

Arthur, this is SO unlike your other writes...Very melancholy. Is all well? Wish I could have more explanation on the inspiration behind this. Take care, and thanks for your visit to my work...