September 5, 2008
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Scars
I have scars that will not heal and bruises that do not show
I have hunger that can not be quenched for what is in stow
Doctors and meds can not cure
My heart and what it had to endure
My heart breathes forever hungry for passion and love
From the soul of my beloved
My heart with every beat seems to linger in famine to be loved with passion
I do not desire pity expressed with an eyedropper of compassion
That love will wane and wax like a harvest moon
I’d rather have soft lips pressed against my soul
Swooned by my beloved who I would extol ©2008
Comments (9)
Smile….you may know me from elsewhere
Really from where might that be?
Bythesea I sit…not the dock….the winds blow strong and the waves look after me…smile
@gettingwhat - awww yes … welcome my friend. So glad you contacted me. I have found this site to be much more to my liking. By the way I have a severe hearing problem as well … mine is caused from age. Both my father and grand father suffered with this problem. So besides the fact that we both like to write we both have hearing problems. Wishing you the best my friend and thanks for your comments. Smile!
Beautiful words so sad but still beautiful. Judi
The second to last line was my favorite yes this is a sad poem but sadly those are my favorite…
@jassmine - Judi thank you so much for your comment.
@Adamission12 - Thanks you so much for your comment.
Your welcome. Judi