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What's Left?
Contributed by
twitterbird
on
Wednesday, 26th March 2014 @ 07:50:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Why do I care?
I picture you every morning.
You are in my dreams at night and I long to see your face.
You hurt me the most.
You don’t care for me,
You have moved on.
You are my worst pain
so why do I care?
What draws me to you?
If I didn’t love you then this pain would be gone.
This feeling of loneliness
This feeling of sorrow.
Every morning I long to see you
But I dread it as well.
How long can I last?
This game between us?
Where I give everything I have,
And you take.
You have my everything.
My life, my being.
And I don’t want anything back.
I just want to give you everything.
But there’s not much left of me now.
And you don’t care.
You seem to become uninterested
Because you have taken everything I have.
And I don’t know... what’s left?
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Re: What's Left?
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Wednesday, 26th March 2014 @ 11:12:09 PM AEST (User
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Why must we reach the depths before we can release ourselves? Perhaps it is because we are eternally hopeful by nature.
We have all invested ourselves and lost, as you say so well here until "There's not much left".
I'm sure all of your readers can identify with this.
Thank you for sharing it.
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