Loving You

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  • Lost Love

    Loving You

    In the midst of loving you,

    I forgot about loving me.

    Lost myself in all your needs,

    forgot who I should be.

    In your eyes, my reflection became

    a memory of my past.

    The person that I used to be

    is now only a mask.

    Your smile is my happiness,

    your joy, my comfort too.

    In fact, everything about me now,

    is derivative of you.

    Sometimes I miss the me I was,

    the me that stood alone.

    And many days I lament myself

    because that me is gone.

    My sunshine is your sunshine.

    My rain, your cloudy day.

    I filter everything I think

    and sift through words I say.

    Your feelings are my priority,

    my thoughts no longer clear.

    I’ve given up so much of me

    to only have you near.

    And in this quest to make us last,

    I wonder if you know

    that every time I change for you,

    This love resists to grow.

    A part of me is empty,

    Unfulfilled and drained.

    If only I could find myself,

    And fall in Love again.

     

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    magoogle commented on Loving You

    06-28-2010

    This is wonderful. So well done. appreciate your sharing this and so much of yourself. thank you.

    CaramelProse commented on Loving You

    07-25-2009

    My heart is breaking sista; you will find you again...

    passionsdance commented on Loving You

    06-09-2009

    This is what I am living now . I have changed so much for one person . I rest in solitude now because I have given up everything that defined me .... Still in their arms I wonder how can they possibly love me when I know I'm not the person I was ... I 'm simply the shell and even that is changing . Frustrating and heartbreaking ... It would be nice to feel love again . Good job

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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