Loves War Wounds

Loves War Wounds

A Poem by Ray Hamilton
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~ Collaboration by Dagonut and Ray { Not a Poet } ~

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Loves War Wounds

Rays Verses
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At first she had great desire
Then again,~ she could have been a liar
Told me how much she loved me
Then again,~ I should have waited to really see

 

She really had great love for me
Then again,~ she could have just used me
to get where she wanted to be
Does this thing called love really exist
Now that it's all over I'm not sure of this
Just add another,~ to the hurt me list

 

Dagonut Verses
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Giving my heart without reserve
Takes more than a little nerve
In her palm all it takes is a grip
And through her fingers my love drips

 

I've never gotten my heart back in one piece
Former loves keep souvenirs
So now it looks like Swiss cheese
Paid for with heartache and tears

 

Rays Verses
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My heart beaten and used over the years
Its enough to bring any man to tears
Is there an honest woman,~ left somewhere
That wants true love and for me will really care

 

The heart is a very fragile thing
True love is all I wish her to bring
I have looked for her from shore to shore
To bad you can't buy true love in a store
I would buy it before it is to late
For soon I won't be able to afford the freight

 

Dagonut adds ...
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But love cannot be purchased with
A coin, a bill, a gold bar or gem
It's priceless and attained only if
The person you love, resides within

 

On the battlefield of love lay remains
Of a hundred billion broken hearts
Ironically still within them contained
Is a singular glowing spark

 

The puddles formed of their misery
Mixed together amongst the debris
Who knows, maybe love can arise
Amongst the casualties

By
Dagonut and Ray Hamilton
© Copyright 7 / 2008
All rights Reserved

 

Thank You Goes Out To Dagonut
For his Talented Pen In This Fun Write
No offence Intended To The Ladies
Without You Life Would Be Worth Nothing

 

Please visit Dagonut

He is a very talented poet

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© 2008 Ray Hamilton


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Author's Note

Ray Hamilton
This was written as two men having a conversation back and forth about their lost loves,
I have no idea if this has been done before or not, but its something different { I think }

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Hi Ray,

I really think you would do better dropping the music. For me, it just gets in the way of the read. I understand others my not agree but there it is.

It is a very good collaboration and now that you have it finished as it where, think about removing the "by lines" internal to it. You each get full credit in my book.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Cool stuff. You two work well together. Kudos.

Posted 15 Years Ago


It's an old story, but true for all of us at one point or another in our lives.
Luckily, time heals all wounds. Recently, a woman I spent six years with thirty
years ago in an unhealthy obsession, called by with the new boyfriend -
(the fifth I think, since our demise) - and I looked at her and thought;
'what the hell did I ever see in you in the first place?' She was shallow,
arrogant, and the years had taken her looks. Beauty's only skin deep, fellas,
maybe love is too?
David.

Posted 15 Years Ago


My advice...date a stockbroker...and be their biggest investor. I think things would go much smoother. Love the poem. You two were great.
Todd

Posted 15 Years Ago


This was wonderful! Now I want to go find my partner and put up some collaborated pieces we have done together... Write hard!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Love bleeds on ... be gentle. =0)

Kudos.

;0)

Posted 15 Years Ago



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