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Kelly Zion

Rookie - 62 Points (11/27/1994)

Lovely Heartache

All I have to love is this
this lovely heartache of mine to kiss
this brokenhearted emptiness
to carry with me as I embark
on this journey of a broken heart.

Take me someplace where I can dream
take me to the river that meets the stream
of dreams wherein I can dream
take me to a place where the mulberries
break their hearts instead of mine.

Take me somewhere we can run away
where cold broken hopes can't find a place
a paradise that somehow still exists
take me to anywhere better than this
I've shaken my feathers, I've grown new wings
I'm flying somehow, you know, oh you'll see

it doesn't matter where I go i just need to be free
catch me if you can, the gypsy bird needs peace
save me in a net, the gypsy soul dies
rescue me if you can, there's so little time
I'll die before you come, how can you just say
just lay there and love your lovely heartache?

Submitted: Thursday, April 03, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 04, 2014

Topic of this poem: hurt

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This is published on my other poem site, if that's not ok I'll take it off.

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