confussed

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    confussed

    I'm tired yet I can not sleep.
    My restless soul that leaves me weak.
    I've been up all night, not able to weep.
    I feel so empty and so sadly meek.

    To close my eyes and just give in.
    To watch my life with no more sin.
    To live a life so carefree.
    To live my life and just be me.

    To smile with all my heart.
    Not just a remorseful hidden part.
    How to defy how I feel inside.
    To show you who I am and what is mine.

    I am a prisoner in all I do.
    All I want is something new.
    To take the key and just give in.
    To show you who I am hiding within.

    I am my own destruction.
    My own messed up function.
    Not able to think clear.
    Yet I can't seem to care.

    I give in to all I do.
    Nothings left, nothing but used.
    To love me would be your mistake.
    A sad mistake I would not make.

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    HarverTomsson commented on confussed

    12-04-2009

    There you go Blondie, tattling on yourself again! So just why are you not worthy of love? Are you so afraid of desertion that you will sabatoge the willing paramour? Don't you know how utterly attractive a slightly broken beauty really is? I can smell your perfume from here.....

    spazmsg commented on confussed

    07-16-2009

    I enjoyed this poem, you have a talent for writing. Keep it coming.

    christliked commented on confussed

    07-14-2009

    Nice flow lots of deep felt feelings I read your poem with my eyes shut and my heart open

    Chrisjan commented on confussed

    06-02-2009

    You are very gifted at writting poetry. This a very sad poem, from your heart. You have so much to offer, you have the reader, in your hands. Thanks for sharing.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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