Best My Heart Is An Open Book Poems

I lived a life I am not so proud
I use to follow with the crowd

I drank, I smoked, I slept around
I never knew where love was found

I searched and searched for love for me
In places love can never be

I thought for sure someone would see
That...

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I can not hide who I am inside. 
My heart is an open book for all to read. 
My soul is a whisper in the breeze. 
When I am down and need a way out 
I grab my pen and let it out.
writing gets me...

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Here I am,
Standing at the alter
Where I plead my case and express my guilt.
I confess,
My emotions were torn and my heart was buried within his ashes.
My furious wrath broke him.
I am guilty,
Standing at the alter
Where I plead my case and express my guilt.
I confess,
My love...

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her heart is an open book,
pages torn and frayed,
tossed round so carelessly, 
beaten up and played.

If a bandage could cure the hurt, 
if actions didn't sting,
those pages might not fade away,
her heart just might take wing.

Nobody said you cant get up,
once you've been pushed to...

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My poetry is a blessing and I’m glad I have this gift
It enables my mind to find words so swift
I must keep creating and release my thoughts to you
As each message is intended to convey something new
My heart is an open book or so they...

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A whisper on the morning breeze
to take my breath away
a love that brings me to my knees
as I awake each day.

One touch to show the love divine,
the love of you and me,
a dream that’s caught in poet’s line
yet stays forever free.

One kiss, your kiss, is...

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The Tree
   

If my heart was an open book,
What a story it would tell.
Been played so many times,
You’d think you’d know it well.

If a smile could hide the pain,
One would think that I was fine.
But the stress on the corners,
Couldn’t be hard to...

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I do not search in the written pages of love, nor in the films dancing on screens,
not that I bear any hidden burden against the longing that illuminates souls,
even I, a traveler through the world's dreams, know that love is life's most beautiful gift.
But perhaps...

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In the forgotten corners of the country side, where shadows dance,  
A homeless poet, wandering with words, in a sorrowful trance,  
No home to shelter, just the moon as a friend,  
Whispering secrets in the night, where sorrows bend.  

"Come, walk...

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7/24/12
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I stand over you and stare
There is nothing to read—nothing there
I want to hold you in my arms
But I lack the eloquence—I lack the charms
You are everything and more
I know I’m just a creep—I know that I’m a bore
You see through me fast
Your soft eyes...

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