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One opens ones heart, to ‘the one’ as you

may think of her, only to find you were

wrong yet again…



And the hurt that you feel is as fresh

as that first time, that second time:

and Now, this…



For a few moments of bliss I had

sought that connection which meant

something real…



Only for ‘the one’ to cease all that was,

with a seal, as she burnt those connecting

bridges, blaming me... not herself, of course.

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Dragonrouge
01:40 Apr 14 2008

Your poetry reminds me of Raymond Queneau`s!

Great!

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SheWolf85
15:12 Aug 21 2009

"For a few moments of bliss I had

sought that connection which meant

something real…"



*smilez*

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It leads us to wants what we

don’t have, can’t have, never

will have, own or be…



while still hoping, with no, or

little cause, that it can be, could

be, or even should be…



When will I ever see, that this

expectation, is just not good,

for me?

it was like she changed over a week,

after chatting with my friend on msg

ha! got it, she wants him instead!!

as you may have noted, there has been an indiviual on my mind alot of late.

someone who thinks of me with hate.

ah, time for bed

with thoughts

in my head, of

the one I want,

who doesn't want

me: and as I try to

sleep, I'll try my best

to keep my lonliness

at bay, with a good

book: when all I wants

from her.. a look.

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SheWolf85
16:41 Aug 02 2009

*hugz*

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