Jacob Coleman

Rookie - 6 Points (November 30,1989)

The Cure - Poem by Jacob Coleman

I thrust my heart upon a pen;
Scrawl hard “love hurts” till heart is nil.
Always (now and then) till I die
I will search for the reason why
Shreds of the best and worst of men
Here shut with a soul’s shadow’s seal.
Late and no later will I sigh;
I will pant and ask my Reason why
I must, my soul, with this self pen
Jot soft “love heals” till heart is still.

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  • Tanvi DamleTanvi Damle (3/16/2011 2:05:00 AM)

    this is so so beautiful, it touched my heart.realli nice.. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 10, 2011

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