Through all the hurt
The day I told you that I liked you,
I placed my heart in to your hands.
How could you be so cold at heart,
For you tore it all apart.
Badgering me each time,
That is where I drew the line.
Rejection was at place,
and you threw it in my face.
time and time again you brought me down,
is it just to see me frown.
yet through all the pain and sorrow,
there is always yet another tomorrow.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Short and Sweet | 0 | 02/07/2012 |
| Hurt and Now Alone | 0 | 02/07/2012 |
| Cherish Moments | 0 | 02/07/2012 |
| Letting you go... | 0 | 02/07/2012 |
| KILLING ME SOFTLY | 0 | 01/27/2012 |
| Our Magical Look | 1 | 01/20/2012 |
| Locked in a cage ‘till dark | 1 | 01/11/2012 |
| Missing Home | 0 | 01/11/2012 |
| "A Chance to Dance" | 0 | 02/14/2011 |
| "A moment in time held in my heart " | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| “The Day I Met You” | 0 | 05/26/2010 |
| “Hopes” | 0 | 05/26/2010 |
| Wedding thoughts | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
| My Love Long Ago | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Through all the hurt | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Hear my cries! | 0 | 03/06/2009 |
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