Used
I know how you feel
I feel the same
You are perfect
It's myself I blame
I am being used
It has happened before
I try to run
But keep returning for more
This feeling exists
I'm left alone
This feeling prevails
It's found its home
No more can I take
I'm broken, you've won
I'm no longer myself
Explode with the sun
I cannot resist
The temptations that dwell
Outside there's joy
Inside there's hell
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| If Only | 1 | 11/07/2010 |
| Lost Love | 1 | 10/23/2010 |
| Another Poem About a Girl | 1 | 10/13/2010 |
| This Love | 1 | 10/06/2010 |
| Sierra's Sonnet | 0 | 06/08/2010 |
| Used | 0 | 01/24/2010 |
| Emily pt 2 | 0 | 12/07/2009 |
| "The Heart" | 1 | 11/26/2009 |
| "emily" | 1 | 11/26/2009 |
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