Promise

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    Promise

    The memories of what was lost always stay with me, causing me to stray away from what really matters. Your face comes into veiw as the last words you spoke to me run through my mind. Maybe it is best that I forget and leave this all behind, but for some reason I can't and I don't quite know why. I'm clinging to a promise that may never be kept and i'm wasting my time.

    What really matters is here in front of me but all I want is to look back.. Why? Why must it be like that? I'm losing my future chasing the past, which I will more than likly never regain. My soul wants to heal but my heart would rather stay with the memories.. My heart chases what is now but a ghost. Perhaps my soul will never heal anymore. I don't want to lose what I have only recently found, but still I want more than this..

    What will it take for me to learn? Will I fall so low that I can't get up again? I'm still here, clinging to a promise that may never be kept. Only fooling my self more..

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    katzeyez1979 commented on Promise

    12-14-2009

    I know exactly it feels to be this lost. I went through the same motions,had the same thoughts and feelings. I never would have believed that I would be able to love again,to be with someone other than the one who was putting me through so much pain. I was sure the one who was hurting me would be the only one who could make the pain go away. Instead the anger finally set in and I felt such rage at the betrayal. I gave my heart and soul completely to the one person who never deserved it, I felt cheated. Sometimes I still look back,but the man I now have has shown me more love than I have ever been given. It's still hard to trust but I have finally found love.

    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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