Linda Damato Poems

Forget him
Forget his name
Forget his Kiss, his warm embrace.
Forget the love you once Knew, Remember he has someone new?
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I am happieness in its Purest Form
I am the reason in which Humor is Born.
I am the Roots of a positive Past-time
I am Proof of Heaven Upon Woman Kind.
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This Pain, It Hurts.
My Eyes, They're sore they Burn.
In Bed, I toss i turn.
Days feel like years when your not Here,
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