“And” So many letters written,
that I have never sent,
it just didn’t seem right,
and all the time just went.
Meaningful in expression,
never wishing to cause pain,
when it’s time to send it off,
I could not help but to refrain.
Love can hurt so hard,
when you believe you have been used,
it shall always be that way,
though you simply could have refused.
Blame is on the other hand,
the one that holds no truth,
as you tear your way through life,
under the disguise of youth.
Choices are made in sequence,
though the math just never works out,
as we fumble through life so reckless,
forgetting what the letter was all about.
Author notes
And
A contest entry
- The letter that never arrived. by withoutlove13.
450 points, ended August 27, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i like the last stanza
goodluck in the contest
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Blame is on the other hand,
the one that holds no truth,
as you tear your way through life,
under the disguise of youth.
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those lines are my favorite.
Blame is on the other hand
its just so dominating
thank you for entering =]
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