Was it all a game to you the chase, the tease Long nights of doing what you please Wrapped around your finger swearing love as my prize Promises made were dashed which really shouldn't have come as a surprise My trust, my heart, my love I laid at your feet thinking they were safe in your keep You knew my heart was fragile that my fear of love was strong You drew me in like a moth to a flame Assurances of never hurting the one that you love so who is to blame One backs away saying he made a mistake laying waste to the trust that I thought we had made With a stiff upper lip I accept his plea voicing understanding when all I want to do is flee To fall off this earth in disgrace each breath like a dagger tears like razors that streak my face I lost a big part of myself when you left a void so great I can't seem to fill my heart feels violated as if this was a theft Your life continues on without a thought of how my life has stopped of long days and lonely nights grieving for the love that I lost You'll never know the joy that you lost never again feel my touch nor hear the gentle whisper of your name from my lips was it worth the cost?
Dee (c) 2003/8/15
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Reviewed by Renee Bagley (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2003
This is so good much beyond any words I could give it as a review. Great, excellent, superb! Such heartfelt emotion lay within this one poem and I can feel the meaning as clearly as I can my very own work. You have a way with words!
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But beautifully written!!
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Outstanding as always.
Such feeling in your words...cutting through.
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