You said, "I have never felt this way,"
Yet still you chose to drive me away.
I could list the contradictions all day.
I try to justify the price to pay
For making myself a lame cliche,
Believing that you wanted to stay.
But either you would lie while we lay
Around your house, conversing all day,
Or you are as crazy as you say.
But you know...nonetheless, either way...
The net result is my heart's decay.
Whatever it was you tried to convey,
It seems as though you made me your prey.
Yet, chewed up and swallowed, I still weigh
Whether or not you were honest that day....
That you loved me, I take on hearsay.
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A change is not going to hurt you
Not this time
And I've been waiting in line for this
Now that it's taken forever
I insist
Until I get it, I can't breathe
Climbing high upon the rocky cliffs
We fly
With surgical focus
We all get hurt, that is just part of life. I felt like a fool after love made me a fool. Also, that other anonymous isn't your lovely AD. And I don't want to be outdone so here is something I wrote back in the day. Don't laugh.
Your words, they tore me
Where once they bore me
To reach plains, higher still
How to begin...can I explain?
My anguish, my shame
When your words broke me in two.
I'm glad you are writing again. I thought you might have lost the taste for it.
AD
A poem to answer a poem--
And it was really quite good--
Flowed through your xylem and phloem....
Flowery, but not understood.
Who puts words to white?
And do you speak to me?
Or do you write just to write?
I sigh. Perhaps we'll see....
Alas that words were mine
But I shall not take credit that is due
My simple tongue (and simple it is)
Form only these words for you
Fear not the path behind
Look forward and to new
Once again you will have a chance
To utter...I love you...
I'm a big cornball! Hehe.
AD
To AD, I really do wish you'd read the poems as they are on their own and not as though they're coming from me. Read them as though they have no author.
We'll see.. Not my words but thought you might need to hear it.
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-Ali
To AD, keep writing. (^_^) The more you do, the better you'll get. And read, too. Poe, Tennyson, Byron, etc. It never hurts to find inspiration in the classics.
Sorry. I tend to see things too literal.
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
AD
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