Anguish inside,
For all the mistakes;
I have my pride -- yet
How my heart aches!
Where did she go, and
How can I reach her?
I played the wrong hand
And let out the creature.
My life is okay, but
I can't concentrate.
I want the girl back,
But it seems much too late.
I sit here just praying,
She'll come back to my side.
My ego is fraying;
I want back my bride.
Author notes
Pride goes before the fall.
For the contest - not personal.
A contest entry
- Read his mind by amysticwriter.
1000 points, ended March 1, 2009, 17 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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Heartache sometimes is unbearable and hard to accept...Hopefully she will return to you...the one that cares...
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the rhyme scheme is good...but i felt the title dint fit the poem...maybe you can change...
just a suggestion..take care -
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hm...
Not sure why not, the idea is the fellow is regretful and sorry about driving his love away and wanting her back.
Anyway, thanks for commenting.
Blessings, J.
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