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older and more mature

as i became older and a little more mature,
You were still the one thing that kept me unsure.

unsure of the life i was ready to lead,
unsure of the love i had yet to believe.

you told me love never conqured all,
and it wasnt right for us, just made us fall.

as i became older and a little more mature,
you were still the one thing that stayed my advisor.

advising me of a love not yet found,
advising me that you'll never be around.  

taught me the lessons that i needed to get by,
taught me that everything you said was meant as a lie.

as i became older and a little more mature,
you were still the one thing that kept my heart pure.

pure as the water that flows like the river,
pure as the knife that made the painful sliver.

i never quite understood how you kept me from falling,
when all of this time, you kept on stalling.

as i became older and a little more mature,
i realized that i was never sure.

not sure of a love with the one i adored,
not sure of a future with the man ive explored.

so with that thought, of a love that has died,
out comes my heart, true and untied.

i dont want you back, although you were never here,
i will just say i miss you, and hold you so dear.

so with that note,  its time to see goodbye,
on a love that was always just a lie.

Author notes

this is for my ex boyfriend.
Written October 23rd, 2006

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  • An Angry Bird
    November 24, 2008

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    Been there. It always sucks when there's a person that you trusted and loved, and you can't get yourself to stop even though they don't really want anything from you. Kind of interesting to see someone still does rhyming poetry, too


  • Amicus2K9
    February 12, 2008

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    We learn to love, dear Niki....

    By trying and risking and failing and trying again and again and yet again, if necessary. If it were easy, smiles everyone would do it right the first time without suffering...it is not easy.

    The fatal flaw in the concept of love, and it is indeed a concept, definable and real, is that to love, one must trust, without reservation. To trust, one must open and give and be subject to betrayal, a minefield to be crossed with danger at every step..

    We all change and grow and seldom in step; and when the step draw apart, thus do we and know one can know until it happens.

    Welcome to the human race and our neverending quest for love,you are, as we each and all are, continually searching.

    Gee, ain't we havin fun?

    Amicus...