Backstabbed after being embraced in warm, open arms. - 26th October 2005


Gradual minds.

Forsaken hearts,
Promise what can't be said.

Gradual minds,
Foreseen what can't be heard.

Virtues that hold all my devotion,
That breathes heavily on you,
Tender arms in need of affection,
I'll embrace you.

- Every corner you turn, the troubles will face you.

Mural dreams with open arms,
That reaches out to him,
Sacred bushes that burn for words,
I'll embrace you.

- Every door your open, closes back in your face.

I'm right here.
I'll be right here.

Open arms; oh so smug,
The embrace; a comfort,
Forsaken hearts and a:
Gradual mind whispers...




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-26 at 10:09

Tags Love  Sad  Warmth 

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penfold18
Ones loss of trust hurts and you have captured this admirably.
2005-10-26


AmonTheDark
gradual as it may seem it still moves like mountain with an avalanch on it never ending never stoping but it wil stop and there will be a hand waiting for you in the end to help pull you out from the pile of forsaken thoughts,promices,and hearts i lreally liked this poem
2005-10-26


cory Crook
i hate trusting in something or someone, and in the end your trust was YOUR own weekness. For U failed to see what your heart wouldnot let u.
2005-10-26


cory Crook
i hate trusting in something or someone, and in the end your trust was YOUR own weekness. For U failed to see what your heart wouldnot let u.
2005-10-26