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cuzisaid 53F  
14987 posts
8/4/2015 7:58 pm

Stealing is bad, mmhmmm.

Beautifully and poignantly penned, my friend.

Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character.
At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached.
May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black
.
~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~


shellfac1 62F
2293 posts
8/12/2015 4:35 am

Lovely. But..you stole her heart, as in she will always love you? Cannot a person love more than one? I have been in love several times in my life, and while I still can recal how I felt about lovers past, I am happy in love today, and so nothing was lost in my having loved before. I wonder if a stolen heart doesn't just heal and grow and so you are forgiven? I hope so.


imalwayson 56F
1650 posts
9/2/2015 7:53 pm

Wonderfully written and, sadly enough, very well understood.

Infinite... the ultimate expression of who I am ~ Gemini Syndrome


imalwayson 56F
1650 posts
9/6/2015 7:02 pm

Unfortunately no, the landslide brought it down again.

Infinite... the ultimate expression of who I am ~ Gemini Syndrome


cuzisaid 53F  
14987 posts
9/8/2015 9:07 pm

    Quoting  :

Your nib has become a nub?

No way!

Words, as inexhaustible as they are since we pull from a pool of so many languages, are never adequate to replace a person who has ears to hear the words fall upon then, eyes to see the glow of passionate feelings or cold neglect, skin to feel the shortest stroke of a tender finfingertip and a nose to wrinkle with delight or curl up at the smell of bullshit.

Imma find that wisdom on a port-o-potty one of these days, you just watch!

Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character.
At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached.
May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black
.
~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~



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