Yet , I wait....


Lagrimas del Mar

Sometimes I wish that You would understand my disposition. Sometimes I need You to reconsider Your decision to pretend. Make believe and magic stories I have grown out of , but my face lies I secretly and desperately need You to see this. My wish is for You... My fate I place in Your hands. Call me old fashioned or call my methods peculiar, but remember to hold them in high regard. I pour out my heart and I paw through Yours for the slightest inclination of the truth... And if that desperate day never comes know that it You I return for like a desolate sailor returing from the wide and unconsoling months at sea...



Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-03-17 at 03:18

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Like the lagrimas De Granada a very soulful piece of the hearts inner feelings

I assume you are a Flamencos and enjoy the beauty of the form

a beautiful piece of prose well done rgds mike
2006-03-17


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It would seem to be about being human. I like the reminder to hold them in high regard. Very soft, lovely..... (sigh)
2006-03-17