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I forgot how to love you. I woke up one morning and it was gone.
The certainty, the surety, the guarantee.
No longer able to remember the words to an over-familiar song.
I forgot how to love you.
I'm lost, miserable, forlorn.
Where once you filled me completely,
Now I find, hollowness, emptiness, vacancy.
I forgot how to love you.
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Harry Munyaradzi Mwenda | Sep 18th, 2004
what a way to express your self ,it's a good try.
Lili Smits | Nov 6th, 2004
Hi jack,
I like it but for the last line , given the forlornness:I forgot me.
That's what people say. That trouser was not realy me. Or I couldn't be myself anymore. And this is sad loss expressed.
Bye love,
lili
oohh melanie mae | Jan 31st, 2005
i am touched. men really do have feelings after all. nicely done *clap clap*
so beautifull and true Zorica Vukovic | Nov 16th, 2005
Jack, my compliments! You are marching bravely and dancing so lovely with Yeats and his Adam's rib in this one! It makes me sad to read it any time, although this poem is so beautifull in its honesty. And yet, this is the best about it this poem preserves the mystery and magic of LOVE! Love, even the lost one, which once was true.
Blonde Love ♥ | Nov 9th, 2007
Keep up the good work!
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