IT'S DRIVING ME, INSANE; FOR IT DOESN'T EASE THE PAIN I FEEL; WHENEVER, I WHISPER YOUR NAME! THERE WAS A TIME, WHEN WE WERE LOVERS; AND WE'D LOOK DOWN, ON ALL THE OTHERS; FOR WE KNEW OUR LOVE WOULD LAST; BUT THAT WAS IN THE PAST! SO NOW; I'M BEHIND THE PLOW; FOR ALL OF MY HOPES AND DREAMS, HAVE FADED; AND ALL EXPECTATIONS, ARE JADED! I WISH YOU WELL, AND ONLY TIME WILL TELL, IF WE MISS EACH OTHERS KISS! AS FOR RIGHT NOW; I CAN ONLY REMINISCE!
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
ALOT OF PAIN EMPTIES OUT IN THE RAIN! THE POEM IS ABOUT A FRIEND! NOT ME! I REPEAT; NOT ME!
Sir Trav...Glad to see this isn't you in the poem...it shows so much sorrow with the Rain seeming to be the tears. Why does Love have to hurt? Well written!
Comments (8)
Nice rhythmic flow!
Well written!
Take Care!