I cried myself to sleep
Knowing we’re apart
I woke up in the morning
With a hole in my heart
You are so close to me
Yet you are so far
I wish I could make good
The way that things are
The thoughts in my head are unforgiving
I’m nothing more than a dead man living
…
I have promised myself
That I will learn to let go
I will try to hold on
To all the things that I know
Sometimes I feel that
Everything’s alright
But I am only kidding
Myself in the night
I am in a state of constant seething
I’m nothing more than a dead man breathing
…
Should I run back to you?
Should I be running away?
If I change myself would
Fortune turn my way?
One moment I’m hopeful
The next I just quit
I’m fearing every step
Yet I’m scared to admit
The hours and days I just spend grieving
I’m nothing more than a dead man living
…
Well here is a warning
To all the boys and the girls
Love may seem pleasing
But it’s a terrible curse
The more that you love
The more you are hurt
It will clip all your wings
It will grind you to dirt
The angels can be quite unforgiving
I’m nothing more than a dead man living
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your words are always perfectly weaved together and have a meaningful impact. love this one. keep writing.
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Thanks a lot.
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All of this is beyond “good”–these lines I especially like: “It will clip all your wings
It will grind you to dirt”. If I may share a bit–I’m an old woman who left love behind long ago, and thought I was “safe”. However I discovered recently that even love for a friend–nothing romantic, more “familial”–can be just as agonizing at some point where you wonder if you hallucinated the whole thing; because it seems you have nothing in common with the person, and your needs for friendship (particularly as it’s long-distance) will never be met…and you’ve invested 8 years and feel emptied out, bled dry. If this is just too much, please delete.
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No, it’s not too much. Thanks for sharing it. Hopefully, sharing it would have eased you a little.
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You write good contents!
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Thanks
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Wonderfully written!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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A tug of war with ones emotions and self. Words are a strong rope and help
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True.
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I. Love this, Frank!!
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So glad to know that you loved it.
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I know this feeling well. 🙁 I’m so sorry that you’re in such pain.
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I am doing fine. Thanks!
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Poignantly beautiful ♥️
Really excellent!!
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure dear ❤️
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Wow. This is an impressive piece of poetry. I can relate to it in many ways!
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Glad to know you could.
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I really love this poem and all the rhymes. I like rhymes lol
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Then my blog is just for you…
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I think I know this man
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Sad and beautiful
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Thanks.
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Extraordinarily good! It would also be a good song.
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Thanks a lot!
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perfection ❤
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Thank you.
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I sure hope you keep all this hidden from any new lovers you find. If I read the manic mood swings that these poems represent I’d buy a can of pepper spray and a whistle. Of course, this is all “art” and as an artist you’re conjuring up emotions from the ether and writing them down as non-representative of your own life… Right? Right?
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The artist part sounds correct.
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I have to defend Frank. I write a lot of personally revealing poems and it helps me to get it out!
Also, sometimes you write based on the memory of pain.
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I ride Frank hard. He knows I don’t mean actual harm.
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I didn’t think you meant any harm. 🙂
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Yeah? Well, you’d have to go back in time and read some of my tort worthy taunts.
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Sweetheart, I came upon your blog and my breath was taken, as this so describes what I am going through with my family. I have just recently come to terms with the fact that despite my strongest love, my family purposefully targeted me over and over again. Kept away from nieces and nephew I adored, every family vacation, the cruelty is beyond imagination. Through this, I have gone through alcoholism, drug addiction, CPTSD and so much more. My point is this, if you are writing about the Jezebel spirit? Let her go. Run as if your hair is afire~
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Thanks for sharing something so personal. Hope you are doing fine now. I am doing well — my hair’s not on fire yet. Thanks!
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