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I'm to Blame
Contributed by
thehotshotpoet
on
Monday, 19th November 2012 @ 03:40:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
ApologyPoetry
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the hardest thing
that I can do
is to look around
& not see you
I blame myself
I really do
for forgetting to show
how much I love you
I wish I had seen it
before it was to late
before the love you had
had turned to hate
it is my fault
& I'm sorry for this
I didnt know I would hurt
when you were missed
so no matter where you go
& no matter what you do
there's a special place inside of me
that belongs to you
Roy Randolph Andrews AKA(thehotshotpoet)
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thehotshotpoet
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2012-11-19 15:40:12]
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Re: I'm to Blame
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by desire on
Saturday, 24th November 2012 @ 05:21:10 PM AEST
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As much as I like this I know it takes more than one person to screw things up, no matter how small the part they play.
Its admirable that you take all the blame. But it takes two people to rebuild what's broke. Good luck I hope you and your family are one, once again I truly do. Kudos. Thanks for sharing |
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Re: I'm to Blame
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by VRR on
Saturday, 29th December 2012 @ 01:56:26 AM AEST
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| I can realise how you feel right now. Poetry is the best way to express and you surely are brave to take this platform. Keep writing! |
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Re: I'm to Blame
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 5th December 2013 @ 05:25:49 PM AEST
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I understand this perfectly. A girl destroyed me and I feel as if my own problems were the cause of it. I doubted such feelings existed until I met her.
No matter how much time passes, every now and again she enters my mind and it stings |
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