She is out there. She is slowly killing my soul. I turn to her for comfort. She does not love me. I would dare to say that she did not care. I am tired of losing. I am tired of settling. Tired of her sick sense of truth. I can not take this. I will not accept this. Kharma killing me. I can not reject this. Fences unseen only to be revealed after the fact. Just got to stay away from you. Should not be hard without you being around. This is the part I hate. I am letting go of this. Kharma.
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What if I gave you all of me? Would you ground me? Would you drown me? Would you ever doubt me? Would you want to be around me? Do you think I would still be fighting? Would you have ever stopped trying? Would I still be here crying? Always on the brink of that which is great. Will we ever find the time to truly appreciate? No we watch as it disintegrates. All the goodness of this love is lost. I give you a piece of my soul. See it once was a diamond now its turned back to coal. Never again will it sparkle and shine. Running in circles inside of my mind. Thats whats going on.
By john noakes7 years ago in Poets
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