nameless

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    nameless

    i for once thought that you can truely love one person
    forever but as the years go by they seem nothing to you when your done. looking into their eyes again is bring back all the pain that you remember.the pain that they caused you that make you more stronger and as for  them somewhat weaker.them seeing you strong as ever is making something inside of them weak weaker and weaker by the minute.making them feel like you can do better without them, you can become successful.do what you wanted to do change what you wanted to believe.but more important show them that you can do better without their lack of confidence and be more mature of.be pround of yourself and give yourself the confidence that you will need in your lifetime, and believe in yourself.dont slack off because someone hurt you, all you do is show them that you; yes you can do better and can be successful to yourslef. dont pay no mind to what they say just believe.

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    gregster commented on nameless

    02-19-2010

    this is lovely and i do not think i could have done better

    jesusfreake commented on nameless

    09-02-2009

    ur a great poet kassandra and a strong person as well....i feel u deep on this poem and i love ur strength in this poem....ur style is so unique, yet ur message is clear and im glad u feel that way....i love it...10!

    randompoet commented on nameless

    09-01-2009

    this iz jus a loving poem talkin about how lost love could make you stronger

    Kassandra commented on nameless

    08-26-2009

    Yuh all can name it whatever yuh think is a good title for this poem... good luck...

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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