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I sang her name in words forgotten

Posted by mrbig
Tags: poetry, original content

I sang her name in words forgotten
Rough bellows of lost yearning
A hurt hound without path
A sorrow meaning without an end

I heard the rain, heard the ocean
Lick the sand without defect
The water, where it falls
Is always beautiful all the same

I saw, my God, that you made her
Carefully crooked, imperfect
And inside her deep mournful eyes
The tears that I could never shed

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    Muffin
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    This was great! Maybe it's just me but I heard this as a song in my head

    This was great! Maybe it's just me but I heard this as a song in my head

    3 votes
    1. mrbig
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      Thanks! She said the same thing. She wants to make a song out of it. I don't think I ever make "real" poetry, just songs without melody.

      Thanks! She said the same thing. She wants to make a song out of it. I don't think I ever make "real" poetry, just songs without melody.

      3 votes