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Aggravated
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Thoughts Aggravated
Contemplated
Or rather contemplating
Saying to myself that one day things will get better,
But who am I to lie.
how can I disguise the pain I feel inside,
I show it for face value.
how can you be the cause of my pain, It's insane when you say you love me.
See I made this bed,
And I laid this spread of anguish and problems.
The Echo's of an empty promise,
It mimics the sound of an empty heart.
Is this the beginning or the end?
It seems like problems or being problematic is the new trend.
Can we escape the confines of our own insecurities?
Escape in love without impeding the ability, to be....
Just you and me.
Aggravated
What happened to simple love, what happened to mental love.
Why is it just physical love that we seek
Between mean and you that physical love in which we speak
Is no more then lust!
Is there more to us?
Can I trust in you?
Aggravated
Contemplated or rather contemplating
I really enjoyed this poem. I
I really enjoyed this poem. I find your attitude and soft side on this important issue very courageous and refreshing, and especially so because of the "hard exterior" that your profile pictue portrays. Thank you for sharing.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "