I thought you were my friend and my best pal
But you pushed me straight into a well
You saw me cry, you heard me yell
But in your eyes
I saw the flaming hell
…
I thought you really loved me dad
You fooled me to think that you really cared
But you proved me wrong, so wrong instead
While I was drowning
You seemed so glad
…
I’m your son, ma. I’m your son, you know
You used to love me, or at least I thought so
You nurtured me and watched me grow
But when I needed your hand
You just let me go
…
I never thought I could love you as much as you loved me
The moments we shared were so sweet, my dear Peggy
How wrong was I to be eventually?
While others were leaving
You too left me
…
Well, well, well oh well
I thought they would cry
When I die
How wrong was I?
They merely scoffed
And passed me by
This world is a myth..beautiful poem
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Thanks
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therefore never expect from others …
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True. It is the origin of all disappointment and hurt
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my grandfather had a lot of people visit him when he was healthy.. asking for favors and all… then when he was diagnosed with cancer… you couldn’t find one of those people within a square mile radius…
after he died,
those people turned up once again trying to comfort my dad just so they could get favors from him too…
so this poem struck a chord with me…
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Oh my! Ur a beautiful writer !
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The disturbing thing about family is how well they can play the role of family. When it comes down to it as soon as the clock ticks midnight on your 18th birthday the real personalities seem to appear. Thank you for the great read. Keep it up
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In this part of the world, they don’t wait till the 18th birthday
They don’t even wait till you’re born
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Wow! I really love this!
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What a mysterious world. You never can tell who actually loves you until when you are been entangled with situation. Nice piece.
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People have a heart
But they choose not to use it
The brain is the ultimate devil
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