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Been rejected
been turned away.
Why did it have to go this way?
I liked him so much,
but he didn't like me.
Or maybe he just couldn't see.
I was pretty sure that he was mine,
or at least he was supposed to be.
Maybe he can't look past his greed.
I've seen it all,
or so I thought.
But there's still more lessons to be taught.
There's a voice inside,
that says the pain will subside.
But there's still more tears to be shed and dried.
*This poem was written a long time ago..*
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Hold Me | 0 | 01/09/2011 |
| No Longer | 0 | 01/18/2010 |
| Um.. | 0 | 01/18/2010 |
| ((Untitled)) | 0 | 01/12/2010 |
| -Untitled- | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| (Untitled...) | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Life | 1 | 08/10/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
| Cold World | 1 | 08/10/2009 |
| Death | 1 | 12/13/2009 |
| (Untitled) | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
| Simple | 1 | 05/15/2009 |
| Haiku of death | 1 | 03/14/2009 |
| I don't know who i am | 2 | 02/20/2009 |
| A true friend | 6 | 02/20/2009 |
| Rain | 3 | 02/20/2009 |
| Just You | 1 | 02/06/2009 |
| I wish you were here | 5 | 02/06/2009 |
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