A Life Interrupted

May 11, 2009
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Within the scenes that initiated
My rage, you stood there looking so helpless
and depressed as if you were negated.
Misleading actions were near venomous.

I watched as you apologized in vain,
Laughed at several attempts to relieve
My exhausted heart from all of that pain.
How foolish I was, letting you deceive.

The cologne, the notes, all the gifts are gone.
The finger painting of my name lost all
Meaning. My ears bleed when I hear our song.
Today I took your picture off the wall.

And yet, you still think your words get to me.
Strange that truth and beauty are enemies.





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TheUnknownGuest said...
Aug. 7, 2009 at 6:18 pm
This speaks.
 
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