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Confused Sorrow
The ways of my life is formed around it's bond
It's bond with the wretched confused sorrow.
I wait for you,with the bounderies of my love..
The boundry of which I can only push my self so far.
I love him with all my heart and soul..
My soul is forced to be intwined...
Waiting, Waiting... My thoughts are driving me wild..
Why cant you just be there for me?
Why cant you tell me everything will be alright?
Why cant you just tell me the pain will go away?
I'm confused
I'm in sorrow
I miss the pain... of love it's self with in it's lifeless ways
I love this poem. It reminds me of when this guy I went out with broke my heart. I can totally relate to this poem, and that's where the best writing comes from: being able to connect with the people reading your work. You've done a great job!