Topic: The Withering Of A Flutter | |
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The Withering Of A Flutter When you have a broken heart And it no longer pitter pats, Where are the butterflies That used to feel like bats? The love I used to feel You took away from me, Now we'll never know my dear If we were meant to be. My heart feels so alone It longs for no other, There is no longer pitter pats Just a withering flutter. Time stood still that day When reality had to set in, Now I just sit back and wonder Where do I begin? I long for a flock of butterflies To take over my heart, So I can feel that fluttering again When love does take part. The withering of a flutter Is a heart, no longer beating, But the joy of a new love Is the best kind of greeting. |
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Awww robert thats a good one
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This one was just great
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Very nice write, (((Robert)))!! I love it!!
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Thank you kindly ladies. I appreciate it. Just words that flow from these fingers of mine.
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Thank you kindly ladies. I appreciate it. Just words that flow from these fingers of mine. Then you must have gifted fingers Robert for you have an uncanny ability to capture particular emotions that coincidentally match up with particular situations which touch many many people.... Never stop writing........you touch the heart of many dear man... |
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Nice!
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Thank you Mickey and Jason. I don't plan on quitting. I enjoy writing too much.
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Robert, you are truly talented. I enjoy reading your poems.
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The Withering Of A Flutter When you have a broken heart And it no longer pitter pats, Where are the butterflies That used to feel like bats? The love I used to feel You took away from me, Now we'll never know my dear If we were meant to be. My heart feels so alone It longs for no other, There is no longer pitter pats Just a withering flutter. Time stood still that day When reality had to set in, Now I just sit back and wonder Where do I begin? I long for a flock of butterflies To take over my heart, So I can feel that fluttering again When love does take part. The withering of a flutter Is a heart, no longer beating, But the joy of a new love Is the best kind of greeting. |
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Thank you Tazzy and Cat...I appreciate the great comments Tazzy.
Why the tears Kitten? It's all good. |
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Very, very nice...thank you
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very nice Robert hope you get those butterflies back, you deserve it
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very nice as always. |
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Dee, Kim and Susan..I'm glad ya'll liked it. Thanks for your comments.
And Pam, the butterflies aren't mine, although it would be nice to feel that flutter. These words are just something I threw together. Nothing that has happened to me or the sort like that. |
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