I came into the room
crying,
You pushed me aside
when I tried,
to love you.
Now my wounded heart is in recovery.
No more
can I believe you,
No longer do I see
your kindness for what it is,
No longer can I feel
your touch,
and know it means so much.
Now I think I can see you
for who you really are.
and I know I'll never grow cold,
you'll allways be
one step ahead of me,
My heart,
is only in recovery.
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Reviews of "Recovery"
Reviewed by April Ortega (Reader)
Reviewed on February 23, 2005
When you love someone that much and they don't care it can be the worst pain one can bare.
Reviewed by Cody Piggott (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2005
You are the man; very moving poem, i like it, Nice!!!! I like how it found hope at the end.
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 21, 2005
That is good because that is what you need to do when you are rejected in a love affair.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Very well penned.
Lisa