There are many notes on my heart
scars, gallops, and pain.
Like a metronome you bested me,
Now acapella is in my name.
Little did I know
that a year from now
I would be on stage
and you on the prowl.
Wrapping me in your arms
you forgot to let me breathe.
That manly scented body
turned to jealous greed.
I no longer taste your lips
Now the table holds your band
we could not serve together,
So I no longer serve a man.
Window to my heart
was open for all to see,
what lies deep within,
access: only God and family.
Comments
This poem is not up for
This poem is not up for editing, done posting on this site,
I now sing on stage as many
I now sing on stage as many of the older poets know
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MP,
you comment says this isn't up for editing and you're done with posting on this site?
So I wonder if it is worth me spending any time commenting on this one.
I am left wondering why you posted it.
Oh well, I'll move on,
HS
ps. be sure to let me know why you're done posting on Neopoet - any feedback is useful to the community especially if something is going on that is making you leave.
to answer your question
I was trying to re-post all the poems I had worked on b4 the crash of the site, this particular poem had about 12 re-writes with the help of moon man, rett, janice pearce, and a lot of the people who used to be on here. I did learn something, You cannot go back in time, its never the same.
MP
MP,
I am assuming you have contacted Andrew to see what can be retrieved from your previous profile on Neo before the crash?
I hope you get it sorted - let me know if I can be of any help.
regards,
HS