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Unfortunately Unrequitted

I have despaired
Over every inch of you
And had you cared
I would have followed you

Over every inch of you
My tongue bears witness to the lies that I have told
I would have followed you
Would have stayed by your side as we grew old

My tongue bears witness to the lies that I have told
I remember a time when I thought I
Would have stayed by your side as we grew old
And never thought to question why

I remember a time when I thought I
Should've given to you without recourse
And never thought to question why
I could not live without remorse

Should've given to you without recourse
Everything I wished to do
I could not live without remorse
Over every inch of you

Everything I wished to do
My joy, my shame, but had I dared
Over every inch of you
I have despaired

Author notes

Ah, this one is quite old. But one of my better pieces. Pantoum form.
Written July 9th, 2006

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  • Andy Stephenson
    July 29, 2006
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    This poem is well done. I enjoyed reading it.

    Thanks for reading and applauding "Possessed".

    I notice that you are some new to Allpoetry. If I can assist, let me know.

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  • Box
    July 17, 2006
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    Ah, thank you! I'm sorry for the delay in replying, I'm still finding my way around the comments system, and didn't realise I had a comment here


  • Rev Alimae gold member
    July 11, 2006
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    Perfect!

    Oh you have done a wonderful job with this form, I can find no fault. Well done and it flows so well. Excellent write. I shall have to read more of your poetry if this is what you consider old stuff.

    Blessings to you,

    Rev. Alimae