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I would have followed you to the world's end.
I have turned myself inside out,
And rearranged myself again and again.
Nothing I do is ever good enough for you...
Nothing I say makes a difference to you anyway.

Everything I feel...
To you is no big deal.
The man I thought you were is simply not real.
Now,nothing you say will make me stay...
Nothing you do will keep me from leaving you.
I have nothing left to give you
There is nothing left to do
The God in my heart has shown me this truth.

 

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

MLong’s Poems (10)

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