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Naive to think
I was naive to think our friendship was real
you will never understand how i truly feel.
You used me and hung me up to dry
played with my love and left my heart to die.
Your beautiful looks and conniving ways
left me your slave for days.
You cause so much hatred and pain
you left who i was locked in chains.
All that was left was anger and despair
yelling at the world " life isn't fair."
Asking God "why" every single night
asking God " why cant things just be right."
No longer will you be apart of me,
no longer do i have to say "why cant our love just be,"
no longer will i feel the pain of loving you,
no longer will i have to lie to myself that you havent changed into someone new,
no longer will i have to deal with the pain of a broken heart
because from you i now part.
The day i thought our friendship was a big deal
was the day i wasted 4 years chasing a girl who wasn't real.
you will never understand how i truly feel.
You used me and hung me up to dry
played with my love and left my heart to die.
Your beautiful looks and conniving ways
left me your slave for days.
You cause so much hatred and pain
you left who i was locked in chains.
All that was left was anger and despair
yelling at the world " life isn't fair."
Asking God "why" every single night
asking God " why cant things just be right."
No longer will you be apart of me,
no longer do i have to say "why cant our love just be,"
no longer will i feel the pain of loving you,
no longer will i have to lie to myself that you havent changed into someone new,
no longer will i have to deal with the pain of a broken heart
because from you i now part.
The day i thought our friendship was a big deal
was the day i wasted 4 years chasing a girl who wasn't real.
Published 16th Mar 2010
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16th Mar 2010 6:10pm
A very very deeply moving and real one...the characters you have deployed doesn't seems fictional to me...in fact a poem for the and of the generation in love today...I have passed a similar situation in my life and you reminded me of that...
16th Mar 2010 6:47pm
Not many people know but most of the poetry i write is directed straight from my life. What i feel and see and i write as if im talking to the person. I believe it to be more real and thats what i enjoy abotu poetry is the realism of some poems. Where you can feel the pain or feel the warmth. Where you know eactly what the poet is feeling. And as for your situation i hope it was an easy one cause i dont think anyone should have to go through this kind of pain. Im just glad its over....
28th Jun 2013 6:58am
When a person simmers in their agony for long enough that the hue of their lensview turns sepia, blue, or whatever clouded chromatic change, it's often that this shift overflows into their vernacular. The casual flow of this was good because it made the struggle feel like a several-year ordeal well before the ref. of chasing an illusion for 4 years of friendship. This emotional acceptance makes for a more relate-able piece and a brave release. Fine work, Comrade!
