well here another love poem,
same subject, different guy.
all these emotions running through me,
but still i don't see why.
when will i find the one, who will not bring me pain?
every time i think Ive found him,
I'm wrong, and hes the same.
to think about the future,
sort of leaves me feeling blind,
i cant see myself with anyone,
cause men frequently change their minds.
they fall deeply in love or so they think,
then learn that they were wrong,
so then its done and I'm left here writing pointless poems,
poems of how he broke my heart,
and how i loved him so.
poems of sleepless nights, and dreary days,
and poems of letting go.
rhymes that don't make any sense,
when i read them years form now.
lyrics to all the songs that comforted me,
when he let me down.
poems of hurt, and heartache, and poems of feeling blue,
rhymes of how it kills me that the two of us are through,
poems of him happy, poems of me sad,
some poems that are pretty good,
and others that are kinda bad.
when i press my pen to the paper,
i really need not to try,
i pour my heart out then its finished,
i write so i don't cry.
and like i said it may be bad when i read it years from today,
but ill always remember writing poems whenever my heart would ache.
-Kayla Cantrell
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