I Make The Pages


You wrote your poems

I made the pages.

You said the words

Of all loves stages.



You sent them the feelings

I gave them the vision.

To make you happy

Was my only mission.



The haunting memory

Of your words still lingers

Flowing like golden sand

Within my fingers.



When your words turned

From sweet ones to rage

Though they hurt me so

I still made your page.



Everyone of your poems

The old and the new

You gave to another

To make them love you.



Now she hears all your words

Reads all your sweet poetry.

Do you say all the things

You whispered to me?



Those endearing love sonnets

Filled with your senses of love

That I thought were all mine

Were just a masquerade of love.



For a moment in time we had it together

We were a team... you and I

You said the words... I gave them vision.

You get the glory but the words were a lie.



You tell all your followers

How I broke your heart in two

Have you ever told anyone

Just how much I did for you?



Yes, you still write the words

To a brand new name

And your new love stages.

Though yours have changed

Mine remain...

And I still make the pages.


Joanne Murray Vereb©

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by Joanne/GabbiAsh

April 15, 2002

Updated May 31, 2003

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