Untitled For Reasons

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  • ShanneN
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Untitled For Reasons

Don’t leave me alone, these thoughts, they hurt,

Although we’re still as close as Ernie and Bert.

It’s a burning flame inside my soul,

Stop feeding it, remove the coal.

Can’t turn on the radio, sad songs assured,

Like an idiot, I sing along, every single word.

I know it’s going to hurt, even leave a scar,

But it’s hard to turn back when you’ve gotten this far.

I’ve broken down, crying on the floor

Hoping no one would open up my door.

I still love you; you claim you love me too,

But really, REALLY, was this the right thing to do?

You need help; you’re mentally not okay,

But I promised id be here for ya, every single day.

I just want you to be able to talk to me, tell me your life,

Even the minor details like that time you got cut with your knife.

You’re a part of my life, a part of me.

I hope this works out, I hope this will one day be.

But for now we can only be friends,

I just hope in the end,

we can make our relationship ascend.

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Musicmynded1 commented on Untitled For Reasons

11-02-2010

Nice well rounded emotion and piece.. good flow and rhythm.

charmlessman2d commented on Untitled For Reasons

07-21-2010

any reference to Bert and Ernie is Brilliant in my book. If you mentioned the cookie monster, it would have been a trifecta of genius. but really, i loved the poem dearly

Mandi commented on Untitled For Reasons

07-21-2010

I pparticularly liike you r odd refernces in this piece.Even the "minor detalis". this was a good one.

lastyl commented on Untitled For Reasons

07-17-2010

great job once again, it's a pleasure reading your thoughts!!!

Artie commented on Untitled For Reasons

07-06-2010

I like the way you tell this. I felt as if I were in a conversation with you. 10 from me

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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