SADNESS KNOWS
NO ONE SO WELL
AS THOSE WHO HAVE
NO ONE TO TELL
THEIR SECRETS TO
SUCH LOVE AND DREAMS
AND LONELINESS
AND HOW IT SCREAMS
LOVELY THOUGHTS
OF GARDEN'S GLORY
LIFT THEMSELVES
INTO A STORY
TOUCHING WHERE
NO ONE HAS BEEN
AND WHISPER WORDS
LIKE LYING MEN
WHY DID SHE
FALL IN BELIEVING
LIPS THAT SPOKE
BUT WERE DECEIVING
PROMISED LOVE
THAT NEVER BLOOMED
GENTLE PETALS
FINELY DOOMED
GLASS LIKE FEELINGS
ALL HAVE SHATTERED
LIPS OF SMILES
NOW GONE AND SCATTERED
LEFT LIKE LEAVES
IN AUTUMN'S CHILL
THE LOVE THAT CAME
THAT DAY TO KILL
Bobby Jameson May 12, 2008
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