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[vilhem]

I have learned I was truly able to hate you
How I fell on my knees to beg
No longer ashamed to guard my pride
Simply trying to hold on tight
Unable to keep what was once mine
Witnessing your departure only with bitterness
A dream you can see but cannot hold
Tainted with vengeful words to hurt
One last kiss never to be given
One last time I swear it would be

Comments

[starfighter_]

I like that poem, have you written it yourself?
Assuming you are talking about you wife, ex-wife, you should really get her out of your system and move on. Be happy again.
love Angelina

[ambernights89]

Live life how you think it should be lived. I am here through email, journal, PM, Messanger. You know how to reach me.

yours,
Amber

[vilhem]

Thank you. Give me some time. I am feeling weird.

[vilhem]

I don´t write poems. My Ka does it.
Thank you for your good wishes.
My wife does not deserve any poems.
No, this is not for her.

[bethanyrose]

~holds your hand~

[vilhem]

blinks at the icon, Je-sus.

How is Faby?
Ahh, read my next post, it is specially for you, do you remember that post of yours in DD?

[shamaness04]

That was so beautiful...and heart felt...
hugging you...
Suz

[vilhem]

Hugging you back, just came back...what´s wrong?

[madame_mage]

aaaaaaiiiieeeee life is hard enough without having to suffer more..

Thank gods for your stubborness and your profound ability to love in spite of adversity..when the world around you is gone ..now is the time to create a new one because being a pile of smoking ash isn't your style my lovely!

Love you I do..

Cassy

[vilhem]

a pile of smoking ash...beautiful. I am very alive.

[madame_mage]

sometimes I feel as if I am participating in The Gods little comedy gag reel....and it keeps showing the same movie with new and improved parts thrown in just for the hell of it..

grrr..I am NOT fodder for amusement..

[yuri_huyga]

You know by my belief in that there is a cost for everything. Love is something we pay dearly for......and most times it is not a reliable thing because it is based on emotions.
XLI

Love walked alone.

The rocks cut her tender feet,

And the brambles tore her fair limbs.

There came a companion to her,

But, alas, he was no help,

For his name was heart's pain.
Stephen Crane

[vilhem]

I used to worship love. I used to believe in dreams and fate. Now I think someone up there loves playing games.

[yuri_huyga]

I could believe in a trickser god. Have faith but in yourself.