With you
I am made a fool of
you made
a mockery out of me
and what i believed
was love
I am a goddess
to be cherished
not for you
to push or shove
i gave you
chance after chance
but in the end
you were not my friend
you chose
money
over love
I ignored the signs
never questioned why
don't you remember
how I fit you
like a glove?
Set the birds free
I am your dove
I wanted to
come back to you
the one to which I belong,
my love
I forgave you
even though what you did
was wrong
tried to come back home
but you had already moved on
you told me that we were through
I miss your face
your touch
your laughter
our love
I miss
so very much
this emptiness
is getting old,
my love
I loved you
like no other
more than I even loved myself
you were like my brother
my best friend
never in a million years
did I want
for us to end
It's as if
you sold your soul
your hand is no longer
mine to hold
growing old
time will take it's toll
the truth will unfold
I wish you would have
chosen to love me
but you chose
to set the birds free.
Author notes
dedicated to Robert L Brondyke
Written August 15th, 2006
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ha ha fuk bush nice take on my poetry!
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nutfactor9
With you
GEORGE BUSH
I am made a fool of
your going to turn off
you made air bombs and rail guns
a mockery out of me and this so called democrasy
and what i believed
has been all turned to shit
was love of the dollar bill honestly worth it
I am a goddess of shopping malls
to be cherished by credit cards
not for you to be near me
to push or shove or interfear with me
i gave you a fucking tip
chance after chance
to kick their fukin ass
but in the end
im quite frightened of the bars of their dens
you were not my friend
i guess i pretend
you chose your bed
money
over love -
Excellant/romantic/sad
Wow, what a tragic love poem, at least it seems to have this sense about it. Very well written indeed.
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