I know it won't be published,
this sheet of scribbled stress.
As soon as I've done bleeding,
I’ll mash this mangled mess.
But just for one mad moment
a copy I'll put by.
To one I'll dedicate it:
Lorraine, my sugar pie.
You see, she was my true love,
my tender teenage dream,
who shone like Aphrodite,
with golden glow and gleam...
till loved ones she had trusted,
her wings they cruelly clipped,
and love they tore to pieces,
like letters they had ripped.
And through life’s jaded journey,
when we were far apart,
I ached to simply hold her,
that piece of my poor heart.
So, for her sake I'll save it:
this missive made of tears:
a testament and tribute
to tragic teenage years.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2022 01:38
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine, and those tragic teenage years, which we have put to rest forever.
- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, L. B. Mek
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Comments2
And through those tragic years you both found something to hold onto and cherish. A wonderful dedication to your true love Kevin. 😉
Many thanks, A.P.
I still find your story so inspiring
what a wonderful couple
you both make in that picture..
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
(oh and yeah, I did
actually read and enjoy, your poetry
as well.. lol)
'I ached to simply hold her,
that piece of my poor heart.
So, for her sake I'll save it:
this missive made of tears:'
Thanks, LB. Yeah, she has certainly been my muse these past 12 years or so. I had stowed away all these poems for over 30 years. When we finally got back together, the flood gates opened and the poems flowed! Thanks for your ongoing support. It is a source of real encouragement to me, thank you.
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