When did I lose you?
When did I turn my back on you,
then turned around and you were gone?
When did any hint of recognition
leave your eyes.
When did I become a third wheel,
constantly turning out of place
in time and space.
When did this supple heart grow dried
and worn, to wither in the sun
like a weed.
When did I lose the will to be with you,
let the scales unbalance and my
love be cast aside in bitter rebuke.
When will I ever learn?
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While likely not high on your mind when writing, you have a lovely use of metaphor and alliteration. You can make the reader feel what you’re feeling – or feel what they’re feeling as they hear these words, for they can actually fit many situations. – New Fan here. 🙂
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Thank you, Angeliquemb9. That’s exactly what I’m aiming for when I write poetry—I really want people to be part of the experience. No matter how painful that may be. 🙂
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🙁you speak to me
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A very sad time in my life, and no doubt something you relate to. Stay strong 🙂
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