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I don't know what is compelling Me to seek you out. I don't know what I'm Looking for or even what this Could be about. A door was opened, and I Was left to figure it out. But I haven't the slightest idea Where to start, or even try To get back my heart. I was so dumb and did Not think that it would Be taken with a feeling that Is so sweet. And that it would turn out To be a lie as my illusions Of love were torn from me And thrown back at my feet. It's not your fault that I Was brought to this level; Lured by images of you, snagged By broken promises of adventures That were on a list of things to do. Yet, as it was all flagged and I Was hit by the cold, hard truth of reality; the damage was already done. The liars of all liars had their fun! And here I am, left behind, Beyond repair, trust shattered, As I escape from within myself, I'm Sitting on the edge, looking down At a trusting soul left so battered. Still holding on to... wanting to... I don't know what's compelling me To seek you out. I don't know what I'm Looking for or even what this could be about. But I think that you are the key That could fit in my door that was left opened; you could reach in and let out a weight that has had me down for I desperately seek to be free.
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May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
What's Compelling Me
I don't know what is compelling Me to seek you out. I don't know what I'm Looking for or even what this Could be about. A door was opened, and I Was left to figure it out. But I haven't the slightest idea Where to start, or even try To get back my heart. I was so dumb and did Not think that it would Be taken with a feeling that Is so sweet. And that it would turn out To be a lie as my illusions Of love were torn from me And thrown back at my feet. It's not your fault that I Was brought to this level; Lured by images of you, snagged By broken promises of adventures That were on a list of things to do. Yet, as it was all flagged and I Was hit by the cold, hard truth of reality; the damage was already done. The liars of all liars had their fun! And here I am, left behind, Beyond repair, trust shattered, As I escape from within myself, I'm Sitting on the edge, looking down At a trusting soul left so battered. Still holding on to... wanting to... I don't know what's compelling me To seek you out. I don't know what I'm Looking for or even what this could be about. But I think that you are the key That could fit in my door that was left opened; you could reach in and let out a weight that has had me down for I desperately seek to be free.
The thing about poetry is that you're never really finished. You find yourself going back to that verse and then... you add a little more! I could go on forever with this one because there is just no end to this...It's eternal!
TheQueensJewel
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55/F/New York
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
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