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Undone

 
 



I feel an impotence
  to say the words
I love you's... do not come
              And I fear that in the depths of me
   there's a part of me undone

Unwound, unsure
so insecure
Every step I fake
      illusions

of a strength that hides my inner fear
and denies
      all love's delusions

      I step away
before I'm hurt,
And thus there is no chance
       No hope, no prayer,
                  just sad despair
  Waiting here...
        for love's advance

 

 

 

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  • RollingStone
    November 25, 2007

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    this is such an honest poem. and I think one that is universally understood. I've used defense mechanisms like this myself...still do.


  • leo2
    November 12, 2007

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    Is this ever a contemporary description of one's personal search for love in outstanding verse. And boy howdy can I relate to it. I regret I have only three clappies to give you. Excellent work my friend.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long
    ps. My only complaint would be the poor contrast between background and font.


    • maryannde gold member
      November 12, 2007
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      Ya know Leo...if this damn sight wasn't so f*cked up these days...I might be able to figure out how the damn font colors worked! This was as light as I could get the font color and believe me...I cussed and fussed with it alot! LOL I just was hoping anyone dumb enough to read me these days would know how to use their mouse to highlight the piece and be able to read it. Thanks for squinting and reading it. LOL

      Hugs...

  • Tecohe
    November 8, 2007

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    Perfection

    This is the best description of avoiding emotional intimacy I have read in verse. It speaks of the frustration with oneself, trading uncertain hurt for certain despair...
    Marvelous!
    Tecohe