Don't forget about me
by Pierre Ortega
Saturday, February 12, 2005
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My unborn heart is trapped and crying,
my hidden eyes are aching just to see
for my love lies bleeding,
my virgin soul is longing just to be.
My unborn mind is cold and empty,
you have the warmth to let me feel
My life, for my joy lies sleeping
with only your love and kindness
to awaken me and make me real.
take all this away from me,
I'm just a child
longing for a chance.
Don't turn your back on me,
I'm a soul worthy of the dance.
Don't forget about me.
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|Reviewed by Rhonda Ortega (Reader)
|This poem is very touching, powerful...excellent, i also love the line A soul worthy of the dance..that's just perfect!|
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|I read this once, twice and again and again. My heart has weight that it didn't before. The heaviness attempts to release through tears. It isn't happening Pierre. I taste salt. The levie of these words have found a true place in my thoughts and protected now in my heart.
|Reviewed by April Ortega
|Soooo true. I started crying when I read this. It is sooo sad to have murders in our mists|
|Reviewed by Cody Piggott (Reader)
|Very good, I love the ending especially, "I'm just a child
longing for a chance. Don't turn your back on me,
I'm a soul worthy of the dance. Don't forget about me."(great metaphor).... I love the meaning of the whole poem, Excellent.
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|I doubt that they will ;)
you are very talented indeed.....ty, Dani
|Reviewed by John Bidwell
|Haunting, and so moving.
You shouldn't be forgotten.