Awsome Wells Dickenson

Rookie (25-12-1991 / Tunbridge wells)

Soul Mate - Poem by Awsome Wells Dickenson

A solitary man, who lived
Happiness was a cave
And in that cave
Was a solitary confinement
Then she appeared
Out of a rose coloured mist

Then, only then
Did City lights burn bright
Then no more cold nights
Warmth shone out of-eyes so light
Pale like a blue-Bayou
The Blonde held with Bobby pin

No more hurt, no pain
Like a heart, held in vice
No more cold nights
A kindred soul
No longer does he sleep with Moles'
Forever watched over by blue eye rove


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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