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Weak with worry, Gilded with guilt. Always to suffer This empire we built. Cruel and so lovely; To carve without haste, Into the heart Of this inhuman waste. Years upon years, Always i wait- For a man that won't love me And always is late. |
I have just one question, I really wasn't clear on what the empire was that "we built". Is it love..marriage? or am I totally off in left field on this one. Great thought provoking statements. Good job!| Posted on 2004-10-13 00:00:00 | by AFireInside01 | [ Reply to This ] | Such a sad poem. It provokes a lot of thought: IS the empire your life, ahouse or love? Is it false on the outside or mearly false alll the way through? | | Posted on 2004-10-13 00:00:00 | by amboehm | [ Reply to This ] | OK, this is a nice poem, deep thought and tenderness as well as boldness, keep up the good work and I'll keep reading. illusions35959 | | Posted on 2004-10-13 00:00:00 | by illusions35959 | [ Reply to This ] | i LOVE this one. you took a deep thought and put it into a perfect poem. i don't have anything to critique, i loved it. | ![]() | Posted on 2004-10-13 00:00:00 | by aliciaflower04 | [ Reply to This ] | |