
a tragic love poem...written by one of my best buds
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Words: 444 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-07-05 - Status: Complete - id: 1906752
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Emptyhanded
Do you know the feeling to be unloved?
When all you get is pushed and shoved
When you feel you don't have a friend
and somehow you know it's a bitter end
Who you loved the most left you all alone
She knows that you love her from the feelings you've shown
But then she tells you it's just not right
Then all of a sudden she's out of your sight
She tells you all these wonderful things
Of how much happiness and joy you bring
And how you're so sweet and how you make her smile
But that doesn't make it, at all, worth while
It's just so hard, the pain's so real
You realize you can't escape this ordeal
With all the good memories you recall
It's still ends up to you taking the fall
She states how she's horribly indebted to you
For all the trouble she's put you through
For all the things you've said and done
For all the laughter and all the fun
She says she doesn't regret you're "in-the-dark-days"
How you hid from the world to keep your secret ways
She says she's glad she spent those memories with you
But that doesn't overshadow the pain you're going through
She starts to tell you how much she cares
But the only thing on your mind are the words "Life Is Unfair!"
Everything was so great, but it's all gone now
You wanna bring it all back but you don't know how
You start to remember some thing she said
While you lie lifeless with deep thoughts in your head
"You've been my everything ." guess that means it was only then
And you think it will never happen again
You love her just as much as before
For all you know maybe even more
Then you wonder if she still loves you too
Just when you called each other boo
She's out of your life, out of your reach
This is a sad tragic lesson life can teach
You believe there's hope and that true love waits
But you find out she's leaving for the United States
You think that all hope is lost
You could no longer take the pain it caused
Soon you think, "I'd rather be dead."
And these words stay stuck in your head
Until the tragic day you died
When you poisoned yourself with a cyanide
And so ends this tragic tale
Of a man who was sick and tired to fail...
-anonymous
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