I could only try

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    Don't ask........ I rather just let the poem have it's course in this.

    I could only try

    I tried to save her, I tried to take her away
    From that awful thing
    Without a trace, she goes away
    leaving me to wonder

    I'm hurt again, I'm not suprised
    all women are the same
    They mess with you, toy your mind
    making you insane

    My heart is hurting, it is broken
    and yet i'm not suprised
    I should have known, it would happen
    She was only full of lies

    She wasn't real, she wasn't real
    Why am I suprised?
    My heart is broken, fuck this shit
    I now know what I am

    I am an entity; forever  alone
    I am simply what I am
    I am that shadow, within the night
    Never to find my one

    I am alone, it is my fate
    that I never find my love
    I am now, filled with hate
    because she left me so

    In the dirt, in the dirt
    where my body lies
    I am forsaken, I am hurt
    and yet I am so numb

    Because of her, I lost my faith
    I will never find my one
    Fucked again, not in that way
    I guess I am alone

    We are the ones, who lurk in the night
    never to find our love
    I am the one, who wreaks of death
    never to be close

    Stay away, so far away
    and you will safe
    from my hands, my twisted hands
    who have pushed you away.

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    graceladymn commented on I could only try

    10-14-2009

    Sounds more like you pushed her away then that she could not love. I hope writing it out helped. The poem has a real nice flow if that helps.

    Venom637

    10/14/2009

    actually I didn't really go into much about why I wrote the poem.. As usual I left it open so it can be taken as the reader sees fit.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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