I let you take me for granted
acting like I don't feel pain
telling you I don't feel a thing
allowing you to hurt me over
over and over again this kind of
relationship make me only
want to be your friend
how many times have I
watched you go just to look
out the window to see you
coming back again not once
getting tired of letting you in
to my loneliness knowing damn well
as long as I'm with you I'll never
find true happiness you kill my joy
you murder my mood and like
junk food you're no good for me
what would it take for you to see
that you're poison to me
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Poet Wize, this leaves me pondering the many levels of leaving; and in leaving, do we really leave things behind or take what's left in the event that in leaving, we also return for more of what was hoped to be. Just some thkoughts this pen provoked. Thanks for sharing. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write. |
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Elvan says: This piece to me touches on the many pains we are willing to go through in order to be appreciated by those who never will because they are too weak and frail to take the chance do so. Nice delivery |
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