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Poem - #12 | Feelings

A painting of a girl showing her feelings.


I didn't want to do it
Or maybe I did,
It all started when I said that your post was lit,
And you commented that you were deeply grieved.

You said you were left to die
Under the unforgiving sky,
With no one to see you cry
And if let alone you would try -----
To leave this world and fly.

To fly far, far away from the wide-wide sky
But it was just another big lie.
I believed in you, tried to console you,
I said, "All will be well, a good life awaits you."

But you acted well and kept on bluffing
Saying the same four lines to Joe, Bill, John and Irving
That you were left to die
Under the unforgiving sky,
With no one to see you cry
And if you could you would try -----
To leave this world and fly.

But playing us was your aim,
Nothing more, nothing less, and you did nicely frame ------'
That you suffered, while others betrayed:
But never did you think what had you portrayed
When with the five of us you played.

And I didn't want to do it
But you forced me into it,
All I ever asked for was commitment
But you tossed my words out like an old sacrament
Let to the elements of nature to suffer and wither.

But I promise it won't happen again,
The four others may fall again into your dirty drain
But not me,
Not again.

And don't you dare harm Daisy
For what she said and showed was in no way false
Never had I thought of you being so phony,
If she had never showed me.
But getting too phony shows that you are a liar and it is you who is at loss.
Now remember that when you text me next and your limit
you cross,
So if I don't reply, please don't fuss.

I've believed enough in your truthful lies
And if it's your heart is where your love lies,
But there ain't no pickup line which will be fine
Even if you keep tryin'
Your whole life.


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