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Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Love
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A fictional write Teddy?
Before I make some daft comment which may not be appropriate. Oops!
fire away my friend lol i'm not here to be treated with tweezers, i expect nothing less from you old friend. lol 🤣
I didn't want to be crass, if this is not fictional.
I was gonna say 'You playing the same old tune on that violin? Has a string(s) broken? You skinned a cat to get catgut for the bow?'
Though catgut doesn't come from cats.😁
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Broken heart transplant! Often times going through the experience is the only way we'll listen and learn. Harsh? Sometimes....but if we can grasp the lesson, the pain can feel....just a LITTLE be less...cruel. Thank you for sharing this Teddy! I know it's not easy! 💖 💖💖
My dear Liz, your empathy is pure, it's not something I am currently going through however I have gone through it, as most of us humans do. Thank you dear friend. ❤️
I'm glad you're past it! I can relate, unfortunately. It can be crippling for some!! But we're badasses!!! We got this!!!! 💖
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Ouch & double ouch .. I know you can hit hard Teddy, but I sure was not expecting the kidney punch .. I trust this is not autobiographical ..
if it is, you can have any part of me you need .. ❤️
Its the heart transplant not kidney, I am definitely not on the market lol I just love whipping up past moments and of course my favourite subject is love. Thank you dearest Nev. ❤️
......................... here, have mine ❤️
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The imagery you wrote into this leaves the reader with understanding, sympathy and empathy. A remarkable write with hopes this was past.
Dear Michael thank you for your wonderful words, I am truly blown away with pride. Thank you. 💖
I'm struggling to comment on this
Let's just say I'm glad I can
Then thank you for being here dear Peto. I'm so very glad too. 💖
If you could replace your violin-heart with any other instrument, what would it be? Your poem says you were a violinist. Is or was, that true? Your poem brings to light the plight of many musicians. I'm sure many have faced the moment where they must choose to change instruments or to stop playing completely. - Phil A.
Dear Phil, you have seen a different side to this and I am so very honoured, the reader must interpret each poem read, this is about a broken heart, I choose the violin simply because for me it represents such emotion when played and like You yourself said it's the only instrument that can cry. Thank you dear friend. 💖 if I could play I would definitely play the violin if I couldn't play violin I'd play base guitar there is certainly a rock chic in me.
This could be taken literally or figuratively in the sense of a broken heart. Although I don't wish either it would be better if it were the second. A hard hitting poem either way.
Dear Sorenbarret yes, it could and thank you so much for coming by to leave such a kind review 💖
'scars to your beautiful'
we seldom get timing right
between our heart's and eyes
we see, we fantasize
our heart warns, but tries to keep up
then we burn and we learn
that next time
we let our heart, dictate
wait
till we have more than hope
to step on and form our paths
before we approach
or reciprocate
and with our heart's guidance
we choose to believe
no regrets!
when we fall for the true thing
because come what may
we know we'll grow..
(i'm sorry for the pain
than inspired these words, my friend
a brave write, love the defiant voice
soar high, dear Poetess
smile BRIGHT
let the world hear you Roar!)
My dearest Mek, thank you as always for your outstanding reviews they always give me a huge smile. 💖
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