Been here before…
There is nothing more
I struggle each time
You enter my troubled mind,
I fall only to see if you would come
It isn’t fun
I hate the circumstance and pretense
I often time feel so dense.
Beneath me it really is
To tie up all my love and time into this
Into something that really isn’t, is it?
I will walk with my head up not down
The only thing I will want is to really be found
Beneath me, or is it, to beg or plea
I just thought maybe you really loved me.
Mws R
Underrated blog, seems you joined lately. Wonderful and deep poem!
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Oh! I appreciate your comment. Thank you so much! You too are very talented, I just went on your page. Awesome.
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Oh My! Thank you so much. I aspire to be a writer, so I am overwhelmed by the fact I am in direct touch with a writer! I need your guidance🙏
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I appreciate that. I am a “from the heart” kind of writer. Nothing fancy or elaborate. But what I write, I have felt, if you know what I mean.
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Yup, I see a genuine writer right there! SOAR HIGH!
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Thank you so much. I wish you success as well.
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