Well and at least A Million and One Hearts wants the hurting to stop and the loneliness to end but right now somewhere somebody just got their heart broken again…in these new strange times it’s more about looks than what’s within and all around the world you can feel the misery of it in the wind it makes the sound like thunder but gives no helping hand oh don’t you know love is the dream of the Angels for every woman and man but love through the ages has become like tiny grains of sand slipping through our hands and there is no light in the dark everyday and every night for A Million and One Hearts that’d give anything to find a love that’ll last to the end of their lives!
Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find
One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could
From my late night reads , To our play .. You were there , Little devil … With that gleam in your eyes And sound of your whistle . My closest buddy in animals disguise, I talked , you listened
I never knew that one day would be there When I would ask my existence from you One day I would beg you to apply vermilion on my forehead To name my child, to change my identity.. One day that
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