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Too much Laughter |
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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert 
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Too much laughter The story new, yet ever the same Too much laughter to forget the pain Dancing all night to dry the tears Going out with friends to forget the fears For at home I would feel so alone Without the love you and I had known So I’ll drink with them in masked misery Forgetting how you are no longer with me As the night wears on the reality wakes With the first move some stranger makes He leaned in to kiss me goodnight And I knew this all just was not right But you are the one who left me first Squelching the love that died of thirst So I kissed him despite my hurt That it was me you did desert Then told him the story as tears filled my eyes Of our heartache and heartbreak and teary lies I let him comfort me in ways you could not Yet now, the next day, this terrible thought Through too much laughter to forget the pain I never even caught his name. |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
This one cuts like a knife. A good pain, but too real. ------------------ Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities. |
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jfreak Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 306Yuma, AZ, USA |
Great poem. The rhythm and scheme are very nice. It has a good beat to it. Flows beautifully. The content hurts though. I can only imagine what that guy would feel. Ow. I think we have all done that at one point in our lives though. Taken advantage of someone else to ease our pains. It is so much easier to be selfish than look out for the other person's needs. We just have to make sure the next time we are put in that situation we don't make the same mistake. Great poem from unquestionably a great poet, keep up the great work. Jfreak |
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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert |
As always, I love replies. Thank you Jfreak, I am truly flattered to know you appreciate my writing. The hardest lessons are often the ones where we made the same mistakes we accused others of, as the content of this piece shows in the end. ------------------ Let my words fall first upon deaf ears before a closed mind... |
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