When you were pushing me away
He was embracing me tightly
When you were calling me out of my name
He was complimenting me
When you wouldn't look me in the eye
He had me locked in his gaze
While your lips dripped with bitterness
His were as sweet as honey
When you wouldn't sleep in the same bed
he pulled me close and kept me near
While you were making me cry
He was making me smile
While you were telling me to "go to hell"
He waited patiently to take me to heaven
Where you caused pain
he created pleasure
While you were telling me that I don't know how to make a man happy
He was telling me that whatever makes me happy makes him happy.
When you threw me away like yesterday's trash
He picked me up, dusted me off and loved me like I was the most precious person in the world
Perfect opposites.
Everyone said it well, Blackberry. While one man throws you away, another will always pick you up, and stand you on your feet. Very nice write Blackberry. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, maybe too stubborn for my own good, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your still very sad and very terrified little sister, Barbie
"if I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
This is one of the most clear and precise poems I have ever read to describe and tell someone why they lost what they took for granted so badly. And it is usually only then they realize and wonder what happened.
Felix
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
"if I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
A true masterpiece...
We should never place our lives and future in any one person
Peter
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God bless,
Sandie.
Felix