Diplomacy and tact work better for the heart too sometimes.
Benisons...
~*SKR*~
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I Don't Miss you...and That's a Tolerated Fact
I can say that I don't miss you...
But that would be a lie...
My life is void of meaning
When all I do is cry.
When your memory stands to greet me...
And tickle thoughts that dwell
I say that I don't miss you...
But I know I'll go to hell
For to lie to self is silly
It harbors vacancies
Left alone...so willy nilly
No smile of consistency
I say I can forget you...
But to think this is to lie...
It goes with "I don't miss you"..
And punctuated sighs
I can live and breath without you
Think I can...but know the worse
Is trying to forget you
Its like an evil curse
So I think I'll try to keep you
Regardless of this pain
For to lie to self is senseless
And repeats this inane bain
So I miss you don't you get it
And I long to have you back
I miss you "dayum it", miss you
That's a tolerated fact!
"I say I can forget you...
But to think this is to lie...
It goes with "I don't miss you"..
And punctuated sighs"
this is so true, but lots of us won't admit it.
This is a good one Susan
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2003
I miss you in the Summer
when the Robins call,
I miss you in the winter
when the snowflakes fall,
I miss you in the darkness
when I'm alone
I will miss you always
oh please come home,
For I can't tolerate
my agony,
Don't you ever miss me?
............................................
You poem Susan tickled my muset
and I just felt these words were true.
I could not tolerate loss
the way you do,
And there is someone
I miss deeply
just like you.
Bill hugs ....
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Good one, Susan.
~E
beautifully expressed
Strange fact of life, sad but sometimes very true for some people.
Nicely put.---Morchuis
But to think this is to lie...
It goes with "I don't miss you"..
And punctuated sighs"
this is so true, but lots of us won't admit it.
This is a good one Susan
when the Robins call,
I miss you in the winter
when the snowflakes fall,
I miss you in the darkness
when I'm alone
I will miss you always
oh please come home,
For I can't tolerate
my agony,
Don't you ever miss me?
............................................
You poem Susan tickled my muset
and I just felt these words were true.
I could not tolerate loss
the way you do,
And there is someone
I miss deeply
just like you.
Bill hugs ....