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May 2014
Eyelids get heavy as i reload the messages for the thousandth time
When will i get that he doesn't feel like i do
hanging onto every word like a baby it's shoe
every few minutes falling needing to be picked up again
feeling as helpless and useless as without my pen
well maybe all is not lost
he never said it was
I shouldn't over think everything he does
trying to read the signs
when really i'm blind
without a clue how he feels
so i put on my heels
swap my jeans for a dress
and wait for someone to make me less
I am whatever they want because I amn't enough for him
Pathetically in my tears later I will swim.
The contrast between my last poem and this appears quite bipolar but i've not gone crazy I swear (fingers crossed^.^) not that people who are bipolar are crazy..just me :)
Meggghanq1
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Meggghanq1  Ireland
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   ---, Wanderer, Margaret and ohmyink
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