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    lost

    lost.
    I have no one to love but so much love to give.
    on the outside you see me smile, but inside there’s pain.
    guys seem to believe my feelings, my love is a game.
    I give all I got, in return I get nothing.
    the hole keeps growing, wider and deeper.
    lost, with no love.
    It’s just nice to have someone, even though it’s not necessary.
    but for me I like to always have some there.
    They have played me, used me, and forgotten me.
    but for some reason the love continues, at least one way.
    I hope that maybe ill find true love some day.
    Its over were done, guys like to say.
    but true love doesn’t just disappear or vanish.
    it takes time to slowly fade away.
    so the next guy that says he loves me,
    keep this poem in mind.
    I don’t want another guy that claims he loves me.
    a fraud, a liar, a complete waist of my love, my energy, my time.
    but I’m moving on,
    The past is the past.
    but sometimes when you really love someone,
    Forever the love will last.
    You two know who you are, and my love for you still grows
    You said you still love me
    but where did it go?
    The past is the past.
    Your reply I don’t care.
    just know that my love has always been there.
    but one day you will learn that maybe I’m the only one who will be true,
    The only who might ever love you.
    but you've had your chance.
    My light is green,
    It’s about time I let you go.
    That why I wrote this to help let it go.
    But whatever guy reads this I hope you understand,
    That if you’re going to commit to someone step up and be a man.
    There’s other girls that feel the same way,
    but love takes time it will come our way...
    I could go on forever, but I guess I can stop.
    these are just some of my thoughts...

    -cherise sonta ishman 101308-

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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