I can not pretend
anymore, to ignore,
from the heartache
I am sore
your eyes, lovely bait
hooked my heart
line running through straight
I am just a helpless wreck
my error, fatal mistake
no panacea
In the mighty big sea
just crying, dying
me

A beautiful mess, indeed.
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glad you liked it π thank you very much π
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Sad and beautiful.
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Thank you for your kind comment π
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Beautiful words and photo here!
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Thank you for your kindness π
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No problem π
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I’ve felt this way.
It’s no fun to be the victim of “catch and release”, when it comes to matters of the heart.
You captured it well, in poem and photo!
HUGS!!!
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I hope you don’t anymore, stay blessed,
matters of the heart
difficult to get right,
either way we are doomed,
regrets for not falling,
pain of drowning,
happiness is scarce
Such a farce π
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A beautiful poem. I love its rhythm, a chaotic flow that really captures the meaning of the words.
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Thank you so much for your kind comment for my humble jumble. Appreciate your thoughts.
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Reblogged this on idealisticrebel.
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beautifully composed~
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Cindy you are very kind and generous π
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love the vast and open water in the photo – and the words were paired so well with it – π
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Thank you so much π
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Ay el amor. Puede ser tan dificil mi amigo π As always….super wonderful!
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Many many thanks, all is well π
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Extremely agree in what I have done to my life. Now, i can only depend on God to help.
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Thank you so much for sharing, may you be always in peace!
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Your poem define the fisherman`s heart ..Nice post AB π
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Thank you so much π
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