Burning the love letters don’t even warm the cold space in my heart…
Its empty
where I lay my head
cold vacancy
left in our bed
where you once laid
an empty space
where there was love
there is no trace
**
memories tears
leave my cheeks wet
your fingers in my hair
I cannot forget
the warmth of you
never to return
all my love letters
you left to burn
**
It’s empty
where I lay my head
cold vacancy
left in our bed
where you once laid
an empty space
where there was love
there is no trace
**
what little remains
in what you’d written
can no longer warm me
of that I am certain
there’s no heat from us
that I can retain
sadness in these sheets
chills like empty rain
**
It’s empty
where I lay my head
cold vacancy
left in our bed
where you once laid
an empty space
where there was love
there is no trace
Thanks to Ian for the timeless photograph//www.flickr.com/photos/ian_munroe/4059831412/sizes/m/in/photostream/
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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penned in moon dust 
So sad…so true…
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I guess when it’s true is the worst part…
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A beautiful expression of the loneliness one can feel when alone at night.
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mmm glad you felt it/ cold and all
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The feeling of being alone so well depicted !!!
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Thanks / I always appreciate your input and your kind visits…
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I much prefer inrfamotive articles like this to that high brow literature.
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That’s heartbreaking Leslie… such an apt and profound description.
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Heartbreaking is good (well for this particular song)
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really nice rhythm and rhyme to this…the feeling def comes through….we are on the same subject, opposite ends of the spectrum on this today…..
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yep I agree
I need to throw in a melted M M or something…
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You’ve got it in one. Cond’ult have put it better.
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The pucshares I make are entirely based on these articles.
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this is like a song…nice!!!
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glad you picked up on that. Usually when I write a song the music is in my head first. Maybe this one is too sad to have music…
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Feeling it cold and empty…
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So beautiful. Your poetry always speaks to me. I can see it being song lyrics one day. Keep on writing.
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