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You gave me a feeling that I can not replicate, And I can't always see you because you sit and wait, For another man that poisons you and even deflates, Any chance of learning love in a positive way, You know this already, but you still play his game, As I am out preaching, he is butchering your name, I think it's about time you knock him out of the frame, All he's brought in the past is depression and shame, I have to sit in sadness while he calls you babe, My love is depleting, this does not feel great, For some reason, your presence forever elates, Still something on my chest when I'm around you, it's weight, Tryna' keep my distance but not completely go away, My feelings are dulling quickly, turning from white to gray, My life portrays the perfect 'heart broken man' cliche, My emotions were treated like some game you play.
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
You Wait
You gave me a feeling that I can not replicate, And I can't always see you because you sit and wait, For another man that poisons you and even deflates, Any chance of learning love in a positive way, You know this already, but you still play his game, As I am out preaching, he is butchering your name, I think it's about time you knock him out of the frame, All he's brought in the past is depression and shame, I have to sit in sadness while he calls you babe, My love is depleting, this does not feel great, For some reason, your presence forever elates, Still something on my chest when I'm around you, it's weight, Tryna' keep my distance but not completely go away, My feelings are dulling quickly, turning from white to gray, My life portrays the perfect 'heart broken man' cliche, My emotions were treated like some game you play.
I made this poem exactly two months after I made my poem, "I Wait". That was surprisingly completely unintentional, but worked perfectly.
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18/M/Blaine, Washington
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
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