ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY Poems

Buried deep within the corridors of her heart…
Echoes from a haunting refrain weave their tangled worn threads,
Playing on her memories...
Like the delicate frayed strings of a lonely violin
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You can tell me that you love me
But…I know that it ain't true
Because you left on Sunday
Said you were tired of feelin' blue
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He was her part time lover, even though he was her only one. A man you could love. But she'd never let him know she had a full time heart. Although her strings had some wear and tear throughout her years. She'd been burned by love in the past, had given her heart away to the wrong man.
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I stand in silence under the starlit skies...
Breathing in my memories of you
Standing so still in the shadowy breezes of time-
Drawing in my sweetly scented secrets of our love
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We started like most new lovers do on a journey of passion
Me...hoping it would last forever never dreaming it might end
Making love with one another was magical, blissful
Strong, yet sweet with tenderness
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on this stage
as i face the struggle within
setting the past aside
i've grown used to my indecent hostilities
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My writings are merely shadows of my regrets

The taste of sadness, of thoughts left unsaid
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Once upon a time it was love…
Before the the love and passion...
Settled in cooled ashes of limpid cold embraces
Before...
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Living with your memory…
Is like music created by a feathery, cool breeze
Like soft flowing blue waters…across calm ocean waves
Like fingertips…
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You are hiding in my heart, my thoughts, my dreams
A sweetly scented secret…
Like waiting for the bud of a rose to bloom
Clouding my vision…
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