by spnglishBrookhaven, Mississippi, USA
Dec 2010 447 Views 3 comments
HIS THRILL
Having to resist my love
Having to pretend I’m dead
Having to not feel, when all I do is feel
Are you doing the same thing?
Or, is your life the way it was meant to be? Your way….
Is your indifference real; was your love ever real?
Or, was it all just a thrill?
Having to pretend I’m dead
Having to not feel, when all I do is feel
Are you doing the same thing?
Or, is your life the way it was meant to be? Your way….
Is your indifference real; was your love ever real?
Or, was it all just a thrill?
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Posted: Dec 2010
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Comments (3)
There is certainly no thrill for the narrator in Having to not feel, when all I do is feel. Though one person initially lets go, eventually both must; but, letting go is often a long, lonely process. Your words convey well feelings of anguish.