The tragic fading of love
the dragging time to wait
till pain drifts to the hither
and time does not hesitate.
Never give up on love
it lives within our core
till scars of healing have set
we often say, "Love No More".
Del Cano 2005 February
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I love this poem so much! I might even put it in my aol profile or for my msn name, but of course credit you.
Hi Spencer! I love your poams. I was wondering if you would read my poam and comment to me on what you think of it. You can reach me at ksaveelovesu@aol.com. Here is one of my poams it is called, "Losing Grip".
Losing Grip
DRIP DROP DRIP DROP, my heart just stopped.
There is no longer blood flowing through my veins.
Its uncontrollable, this ever longing pain.
Still I keep on running this maze of love and hate.
All it ever does is send me back to that purple haze.
A room full of smoke, red eyes, and another brain cell lost.
If I keep it up I may be more out then I was before.
Call your name, I hear nothing in return.
Tears pour but I feel no more its driving me insane
The tick tock of the clock ringing in my ears,
its only a reminder that soon again reality will sink in.
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