The blindness of this drink,
Makes it very hard to see,
So how I'm supposed to think,
Is seriously unknown to me.
The veil before my eyes,
Blocks everyone around,
And despite my audible sigh,
I can barely hear the sound.
But still I'm drawn to contact you,
No matter what the cost,
And while my chances all seem few,
The hope is hardly lost.
But because of the fool I am,
The chance was never there,
And so as the door was slammed,
I realise I never had a prayer.
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I read your poem as if you were taking that drink for dutch courage, all to no avail.It is an easy trap to fall in to.It may be the booze that put her off.Try again, sober.Good luck, Ros
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My first impresson was...
... that you gave up too fast. First you're saying though ur chances are few hope is hardly lost and then you go on saying what a fool you are, that the chance u thought was there wasnt there... well damn it... keep looking for it... there is always a chance... especially when it's about love. =( very nice poem. -
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lol thanks for the comment, I wrote this about 4 days ago after a night out, so when I was writing it I was quite drunk, which is just about usual for me. I haven't given up on love at all, just getting around to giving up on one person, (though that has taken nearly 2 years). See my poems titled "Suzannah" and "Still Hope or False Reality?" and even as far back as "Once upon a time" for more poems about this one that I'm trying to give up on.
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