Love me no matter what
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Submitted by mimpi on June 25, 2010 | 45 views 2 Comments
My eyes are growing old
With the bleak I suppose not to see and less of shines I must
I wonder if you will like me with old eyes.
My ears are growing old
With spurt of falsities and less of solicitous symphony I must
I wonder if you will like me with old ears.
My lips are growing old
With the fake guilt smiles and less of squashy love I must
I wonder if you will like me with old lips.
My nose is growing old
With plastic breeze and less of essential fragrance I must
I wonder if you will like me with an old nose.
My heart is growing old
With sopping up blots, blues, blames, growing big and supple
I know you will love me with an old heart.
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Great expressions! Your poem reminds us of stark reality.
Good one…