* Okay..I bet your getting sick of these...I think I got it worked out now...anyway..one last time...
See,
I thought you were my friend,
And I didn’t catch the rules,
It hurt when reality came crashing in,
But now I understand,
You weren’t a real man…
See,
I fell today,
Came crashing down,
When I found,
All I thought about you,
Turned out not to be true …
See,
I thought I’d found a friend,
After years of not letting anyone in,
I thought you meant what you said,
Never dawned on me you’d leave me for dead…
See,
You said you’d be true ,
And like a fool I believed you,
I thought you meant it
When you said you would stay,
Now I realize how lucky I was,
To even get away…
See,
I realized something today,
I’m not real at all,
And that’s what made me fall,
Because I thought we were real,
Never thought I could feel
Like that again…
See,
I got it now,
I know now where I stand,
Just wish I known you were never real,
Just some childish invisible friend,
That haunted me,
Until I learned to see,
We could never really be,
All that close-
After all,
You were just a ghost…
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Reviews of "See..."
Reviewed by Jimmy Mills (Reader)
Reviewed on April 7, 2003
You know Rein...it's amazing how the few are true and the many are wolves in sheeps clothing. Unfortunately, they are hard to figure out until you are hit hard with the truth. Keep your head up. There is always someone there to pick you up when you fall. That someone is me. LC
One never tires of meeting true feelings face to face...things that need to be reckoned with up front.
I disagree with the one that said "At some point childhood ends"....the demons of our past lives never leave us, but are carried on with us to our graves. One who can move beyond that point without looking back or a twinge of regret or remorse has little left inside. I applaud your courage to face those that don't have your best interest at heart and tell them to be gone!
Dee
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on April 6, 2003
No I am not sick of it Retta...I always love reading you...to write is to heal...great write here...floria
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 6, 2003
No, I'm not sick of these
More, more, more...
Your an excellent writer, so
you will be read, read, read......
Oh Retta, this series of "go to hell" poetry is excellent. Each one getting better and better. Which is really amazing considering how great they all are.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 6, 2003
Reitta,
Work all you want
I never tire of your poetry.
Hugs
Peg
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This is another excellent, compelling piece.
Chrissie
Superb
Jack
I disagree with the one that said "At some point childhood ends"....the demons of our past lives never leave us, but are carried on with us to our graves. One who can move beyond that point without looking back or a twinge of regret or remorse has little left inside. I applaud your courage to face those that don't have your best interest at heart and tell them to be gone!
Dee
More, more, more...
Your an excellent writer, so
you will be read, read, read......
yf
tony
Throw holy water on your screen
And let that demon not be seen
For you deserve total respect
You've got your ownself to protect!!!
Hope you feel better
and you got it all out
You write so well!!!
Smile!
Anita
Work all you want
I never tire of your poetry.
Hugs
Peg