Poem: I Gave Up

Pure Writing
I gave up hope on you.

You messed with my head.

Don't puncture my brain, because it's as soft as bread.

I listen to your emotions.

I understood, and gave you my problems.

I listened to your problems.

But, all you needed was a cold metal pole to lean against.

Well, that was nice.

But, cold as ice.

Keep playing your games.

But, I will only be myself.

So, you can get that other "special" person.

That will break your heart.

Faster than I typed this note.

FIN

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  • cathiesbloggs11/24/2007

    A lot of emotions here!..Great poem!!

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