Topic: TWo I wrote back when my Ex first left me... | |
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Edited by
LonelyWoundedWolf
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Mon 02/04/08 10:09 AM
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Wrote this about 2 weeks after she "left"...had She moved back in for a few months, staying in the spare bedroom until her apartment was ready.
----------------------- Is it my Mind, or my heart that won't let me rest? I'm sitting here, dead tired, yet I can't go to sleep. The noises are keeping me awake, yet no one is making a peep. Questions beget more questions, yet no answers can be found, No matter how deep, how wide, how far my mind pushes it's bounds. Who? What? Where? When? Questions that mean more now than they did then. Who has she become? This woman I love. Her spirit has fled, as if on wings of a dove. What did I do to drive her away? What could I have done to get her to stay? Where did our relationship turn to such sour grapes? When did her heart, for me, fill with such hate? She's here, but she's gone. Living in this house, but never home. I'll love her always, but I can like her no more. My heart jumps, yet my temper flairs when she walks in the door. This question I've save for last, as I can think of no more, What worse pain for me can the future have in store? R. Roberts – 09/17/2007 --------------------------------------------- Lonely Heart The room, long and wide is filled with light Yet, my heart sits in darkness, as if night. Wounded, hurt, abused, burned, For a tender touch, it yearns. Scared of letting someone get close to its home, Yet, full of fear of being, forever, alone. Quiet, dark, and cold, No one there, to have and hold. How it longs to be lovingly held, To find someone with whom to meld. Yet, at a distance, everyone it must keep, For when they get close, they just make it weep. Where once this heart pumped blood, I fear, That forever more, it will pump only tears. R. Roberts – 09/19/2007 |
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very good
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Very nicely done. I hope its better now.
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Edited by
LonelyWoundedWolf
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Mon 02/04/08 01:24 PM
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I hope its better now. Yes and no - I'm ready to start moving on (Divorce has been finalized for a couple of months) Yet, she has told me she's unhappy, her new friends have abandoned her...things I told her would happen. I tried to talk her into a 6 month or 1 year trial speration, but she wouldn't have it. Now, she's wishing she had. See, had she tried to save the marriage, and not given up, I might have taken her back.. but, I warned her, once the Judge signed the documents, that bridge was burned FOREVER. |
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Okay, LWW, just be careful with forever and never - I don't know about the rest of the population, but those two words love to bite me in the butt.
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I hope its better now. Yes and no - I'm ready to start moving on (Divorce has been finalized for a couple of months) Yet, she has told me she's unhappy, her new friends have abandoned her...things I told her would happen. I tried to talk her into a 6 month or 1 year trial speration, but she wouldn't have it. Now, she's wishing she had. See, had she tried to save the marriage, and not given up, I might have taken her back.. but, I warned her, once the Judge signed the documents, that bridge was burned FOREVER. Sometimes some bridges can't be saved Good luck to you |
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I suspect it was a personal Problem
(a poem by jeanniebean) I sold my soul into marriage twice But that was sort of expected. I don’t even remember the price But both times I was resurrected From that darkness of spirit lost, From that suffocating plight; But I remember the cost, And it was not a pretty sight. Glen, the unreachable (We did not make it.) Charles, the un-teachable (I just couldn't take it.) Too many years wasted For lessons learned. Too many tears tasted While my spirit yearned For freedom and truth And love divine While the darkness of bondage Was always mine. Oh to just be me Of my own making! What joy that would be For my spirit awaking! (Its been a real undertaking) I can’t be true to you my love I must first be true to me I must be free to grow, to change, to be. (And I suspect it was a personal problem.) |
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