The Pain
The unspeakable
Hurt he caused me with
Every word that he spoke
Please, why did I deserve
All the pain he
Inflicted with every word that he uttered
No one will ever know
I am not
Such a bad person
Kindness is all I wanted
Is that so hard to understand
Looking at him now I can see all the
Lies he ever told me
In all the years we were together and
Nothing can change that one
God awful night
Maybe, one day, I can forgive
Everything he said to me but I doubt it!
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Only You | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Memories | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| I Miss Him | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| As I Lay Here | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Imagine | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| My Caveman | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Happiness | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| New Love | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| My Phantom | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Why | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| The Pain | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| All I Want | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Does He Know? | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| My Angel | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Fear | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
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