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Array ( [sid] => 104867 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Disregarded [time] => 2005-09-01 20:03:14 [hometext] => Men say women talk alot.. however some of us do and some wont ever and will never get the chance to be heard. Truly disregarding the fact that we feel. [bodytext] => It seems as if there is nothing I can ever do to please you
Does it hurt your ear to hear me speak?
Am I never to make a point?
You make me exhausted in most ways
When you entered my life, I thought better days has come
Now only with more pressure
Never the right temperature, so cold, so cold, now it’s all too old
Even spring as sprung. With I a cloudy day a waiting to pour.
My spirit as been lead to stray, wondering if
If only I hadn’t of met you. Would I be happy?
Truly happy never to be pleased
For I judge how it is you judge me
Compliments accompanied with insults
Makes me wonder what will be the end results
I’m like a waterfall beating against a rock
Yet so sensitive, too sensitive and delicate for you
Am I to be like the unseen steel you lock me in?
So tired is I to utter anymore
One must think I stutter, for a sentence cant even leave my mouth
There is harshness to block it
Pushing it right back down my throat
You got me taking forbidden oaths. What is this I owe?
You criticize and degrade and now it makes me wonder
What? What mistake is this I have made?
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Disregarded
Date: Thursday, 1st September 2005 @ 08:03:14 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: kamelion

It seems as if there is nothing I can ever do to please you
Does it hurt your ear to hear me speak?
Am I never to make a point?
You make me exhausted in most ways
When you entered my life, I thought better days has come
Now only with more pressure
Never the right temperature, so cold, so cold, now it’s all too old
Even spring as sprung. With I a cloudy day a waiting to pour.
My spirit as been lead to stray, wondering if
If only I hadn’t of met you. Would I be happy?
Truly happy never to be pleased
For I judge how it is you judge me
Compliments accompanied with insults
Makes me wonder what will be the end results
I’m like a waterfall beating against a rock
Yet so sensitive, too sensitive and delicate for you
Am I to be like the unseen steel you lock me in?
So tired is I to utter anymore
One must think I stutter, for a sentence cant even leave my mouth
There is harshness to block it
Pushing it right back down my throat
You got me taking forbidden oaths. What is this I owe?
You criticize and degrade and now it makes me wonder
What? What mistake is this I have made?

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