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Led so blindly,
My heart took me for a ride-
Damned from the beginning,
But still I thought to try.
Never thought to imagine
The pain I'd be left with inside...

High expectations;
I set myself up to be let down.
And still I sit and wonder
Why true love is never found.

Walls once tore down
Have been rebuilt,
So much stronger than ever before-
I won't allow the misuse of my love...
Not any more.

I'm so tired,
I can no longer fight...
For a love I'm convinced
Just isn't right.

My heart, once stolen
Is mine once again.
And there's just no telling
If I'll ever let another in...

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Letting go, is never giving up... it's just accepting that some times, it's not meant to be. </3


Written May 2nd, 2006

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  • Theater Of Dreams
    May 3, 2006
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    Another brilliant write. Wow.

    Shaddap Exhaler, you inhale too much!

    You should be very proud of the last 2 I have written dear. They BOTH say everything we talked about and MORE. Very deep emotions, and I swear it's like forceful acceptance...and a look ahead to a better future...

    That is courage- and I am so proud. The line about 'st up to be let down' I first heard in a 1991 Dream Theater song. If you remember...during the time I have known you- I have allowed this twice. So- I am ready to pull the plug.

    Frankly- I deserve BETTER. And if it isn't out there...oh well.

    All my love;
    Dad


  • May 2, 2006
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    Umf another "Untitled" poem! You better get a title soon or else. Now as for the poem, it's good... vewy vewy good my dear. Although stanza #3 had an awkward flow, but it didn't take away from the poem.

    This seems to be another reflection of your latest experience. I'm sorry that once again love has proven to be nothing more than a hoax. I thought this time it would be different, and special for you. But you'll live.

    Bunny