53) Pain of Lost LoveI folded that page,
And thought for a while;
That even the wildest wind wouldn't shake.
I locked that door and threw the key,
In a place no human being could conceive.
I burned all the papers,
Got rid of their ashes,
And left no traces or matches.
I was sure by doing so;
I would not open for memories a single door.
I didn't realize that I was fooling myself ,
And the wound needs air to be gone.
I can fold the pages but not the words said.
I can lock the doors but not on the image of his face.
I can burn the papers but not the one who has written them.
It will forever be fresh,
And get wider the wound love caused,
No one can fight it .
Poetry by Amanda K
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Written on 2007-04-07 at 10:55
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