Used
I know how you feel
I feel the same
You are perfect
It's myself I blame
I am being used
It has happened before
I try to run
But keep returning for more
This feeling exists
I'm left alone
This feeling prevails
It's found its home
No more can I take
I'm broken, you've won
I'm no longer myself
Explode with the sun
I cannot resist
The temptations that dwell
Outside there's joy
Inside there's hell
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| If Only | 1 | 11/07/2010 |
| Lost Love | 1 | 10/23/2010 |
| Another Poem About a Girl | 1 | 10/13/2010 |
| This Love | 1 | 10/06/2010 |
| Sierra's Sonnet | 0 | 06/08/2010 |
| Used | 0 | 01/24/2010 |
| Emily pt 2 | 0 | 12/07/2009 |
| "The Heart" | 1 | 11/26/2009 |
| "emily" | 1 | 11/26/2009 |
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