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Unfaithful Love
Contributed by
catalina
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Sunday, 7th September 2008 @ 06:31:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Sitting alone,
In the darkest of night...
Asking a question,
That boggles my mind...
Seeing the same old answer,
Every time I close my eyes...
Am I being tortured,
By this question why?
Deep inside,
In the hole of my soul...
It's sad to say,
That yes, I already know...
The answer is not,
Just because...
Longing to have simply,
What was...
Death of the old,
Birth of a new...
Yet far from the love,
We once knew...
So is there another,
Who hold a place in his heart...
It's driving me mad,
And tearing me apart...
Behind locked doors,
Ly the answers I seek...
For the hope that remains,
Won't let me peek...
Yet deep inside,
I already know...
The answers within,
The hole in my soul...
That knot in my gut,
Which won't let me sleep...
As I lay beside the man,
Who holds the key...
Somehow in a moment,
I reach a point of clarity...
The question no longer why,
But how could you do this to me...
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Re: Unfaithful Love
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by navydocny on
Sunday, 7th September 2008 @ 07:06:31 AM AEST
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How indeed...
Beautiful and painful all at once...
I know about that knot in your gut....
Truly moving piece of work here.
I'm very moved....
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Re: Unfaithful Love
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 7th September 2008 @ 07:34:14 AM AEST
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"That knot in my gut,
Which won't let me sleep...
As I lay beside the man,
Who holds the key..."
That is the part that I found gut-wrenching. It is a possession of
the heart that cripples the soul. To lie next to the one who holds the
key to unlock the misery and thereby allowing it to be freed and
eventually float away, can be devastating. I applaud your strength.
An emotional write. Hoping for better days ...
~ Breezy
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Re: Unfaithful Love
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 7th September 2008 @ 02:39:52 PM AEST
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As we sit in our robes at our desks we simultaneously pull ourselves away from our computer screens. Then all turn in unison toward each other, the right half looking to the left, the left half looking to the right. Because we know what one another is thinking, we rise from our desks and begin frantically searching for something. We are not sure what it is until we find it. But soon one says we've got it and raises up an envelope. Another one says we've got it and raises up a stamp. Then another says we've got it and raises up a key. Yes a shiny new key which we have decided to mail you, so that you can disregard the key that has been given to the subject of your poem. You now have a new key to give to someone who will actually respect who you are. We seal the envelope, write your address, put the stamp on it and simultaneously head out to give it to our delivery driver, Skeletal Jim who is outside smoking. We look at him in shock and in unison, ask him, "Did you not quit smoking?" He looks up and says, "Yes, shortly after they put my body out." We are not amused, but Skeletal Jim laughs hysterically, for he always amuses himself. And as usual his lower jaw unhinges and falls to the road. He has to stop, pick it up and put it back in place. Regardless, we hand him the envelope, give him instructions and the new keys to your heart are on their way to you.
This was a gripping and moving write displaying a talent, that must have a great heart behind it. Enjoy your new keys and find someone who is perfect to be your keymaster.
May you wake up in the middle of the night smelling smoke, only to look out your window and find Skeletal Jim just below, smoking a cigarette and laughing, though he occasionally must stop to pick his jaw up off the ground.
The Ghost Alarms
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