Getting Used To This


  • Love
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  • Loss

    Getting Used To This

    Getting used to this,
    Letting go of this.
    Feeling so faithless,
    As if that really makes a difference.
    I'm sick of waiting for you to see...
    And I can't control you into wanting me.
    Falling into your arms,
    Falling to tempation.
    Loving you triggers alarms,
    It caused suicial contemplation.
    I gave my all to you,
    Changed it all up for you.
    When you look into my eyes,
    Can you see the pain in dusguise?
    Now you're gone forever and I'll live,
    Becuse of the love you didn't give.
    Getting used to this,
    Letting go of this.
    Without you I can see and breat again.

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    sk8erpoet commented on Getting Used To This


    i love the poem...a lot of emotion and everything....great write .....sk8



    Yeah... I wrote this recently because I had a nighmare about an ex and certain things./.l.. so yeah. Thanks sk8. :)

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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