What do you do when a girl, she makes you cry But there's no other shoulder you wish to weep on? What do you feel when affection taken is affection wringed dry And the opportunity to resoak the cloth is turned away I'd have loved if I could, but now my love cant be used In the end I only hurt myself This ironic conundrum! The Pain which is life; but to live or not to live? Even if its just another wishful thought, for hopes sake I live im not much of a poet but you could probably tell i needed to vent. for christs sake i nkow i want her to read this, and since she most likely wont im just setting up some more pain for tomorrow
I disagree with you not being much of a poet, as that's some pretty good stuff. I wasn't fond of the word "conundrum" as it seems out of place here, but other than that, this was great. I found the first two stanzas particularly powerful, thanks for sharing it
thank you for your words, they really mean a lot to me, now that i read it the word is a little quirky
hi and maybe she will if you open enough to show ... what a wonderful round up of words, the need to be loved love npeace from saff
...sometimes its worse when they do read it and it doesn't help. Thanks and I hope things get better or at least easier.~*
