The last seed

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  • Lost Love

    The last seed
    You say you hate you lost me
    Now lost must mean let go
    For youre the one who crushed me
    Relationships untold

    Lies of perfect beauty
    Cuts made to crimson deep
    Promises swiftly shattered
    Hopes woven from deceit

    You talk of "our forever"
    A forever made short lived
    My fairytale ending, ended
    Your seed is now her kid

    But lurking in the shadows
    Secrets from both sides
    Someone else expecting
    We both have life inside

    So sorry that you "lost me"
    Ive learned to let you go
    From a memory left behind
    My child is left to show.

    Shaina Nichole Johns
    Copyright ©2008 Shaina Nichole Johns

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    shainaj commented on The last seed

    08-22-2013

    I'm very flattered by you all. It's been some time since i've written anything but it's very encouraging to read all the feed back.... snj
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    Will28 commented on The last seed

    04-30-2009

    exellent!
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    shainaj

    08/22/2013

    Thanks :)

    wales77 commented on The last seed

    11-25-2008

    This is a very beautiful piece,well written,it carries deep meanings and it is wonderfully crafted.
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    shainaj

    08/22/2013

    Thank you!

    michea commented on The last seed

    11-23-2008

    I liked this poem...You do have awesome talent...
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    shainaj

    08/22/2013

    Thank you, this has obviously been some time ago and i'd like to say i've grown in my abilities but haven't put pen to paper with any seriousness in a while .

    LoganJosef commented on The last seed

    11-14-2008

    Well done! I can really feel this!
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    shainaj

    08/22/2013

    It was a very emotional time in my life. I'm glad i could convey that.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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