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I Don't Know Why
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Love Or Lack Of It
He says he loves me
but I have no understanding why.
I hope he does for I remain
that simple being, "I".
I shouldn't be so anxious when
his love I may possess.
Yet, I've been promised "more" before,
and all I got was "less".
Those habits hard to break are ones
which milk emotions dry.
I don't want to be left alone
to lick my wounds and cry.
How does a person so abused
by all that's come before,
Throw down her guard, lift up her head,
and open wide love's door?
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Jessica. I can relate to this poem completely. But, I have never given up! I think that someday, some place, maybe it will happen!
You are a great writer, Jessica! Never let anyone ever tell you any differently!
Cletus Hardiman
Ohhhhhhhhhh... love that picture!
Very nice poem....I know how hard it can be
to let that guard down again.
kat