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  • Anger

    Why

    Why won't you believe me,
    you never understand,
    if you would just listen,
    you could see what's in my hands,
    for in my hands, i hold my heart,
    for you to have, even if you're ripping it apart.
    I love you so much,
    that I can't even explain,
    because the words i'm writing,
    are hiding my pain.
    So what you see-my laughter and joy-is only an illusion,
    you said I had a life and that you were an intrusion,
    so you let me go,
    into the world and all alone,
    I wish you could see,
    just how much I love you so.

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    sol46jones commented on Why

    06-28-2009

    ON 06/28/09 Your emotions and feelings are clearly stated and find that Time will always heal wounds. Good Job!

    Phoenix9 commented on Why

    01-01-2009

    very well written, good imaggery

    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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