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Love Not To Be
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Love Not To Be |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now 
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“LOVE NOT TO BE” by Bill Charles ~~~~ You had someone that cared very deeply, and was sincere, you threw it away over time, the Lord knows it went, somewhere… How many times did you pierce, this caring heart, until there was nothing left, which could be further torn apart… I gave you all of my being, didn’t even have to try, for that’s the way it was with me, for you, I would have died… But then it was all slowly destroyed, and I know not yet, about the painful harsh words, that I wish to forget… I tried to explain what they did to me, day after day, but it seemed like just listening, wasn’t part of your forte… The pain and hurt that I felt, finally entered my soul, and I felt it destroy me, as it took its toll… Then you accused me of these things, which were not true, but again you chose not to listen, decided you’d rather argue… Sometimes I didn’t understand, about your hateful words, they tore me apart, and I became stuck, couldn’t go forwards… It was never the same again, and I still carry many scars, of a vengeful rage that came from a love, that once, was only ours… If you would have trusted, instead of to accuse so abruptly, perhaps together we would still be, and I never would have written this poem, “Love Not To Be”… ~~~~ |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Dear Bill, This never happened to me personally but it did to my cherished son, It hurt me the same. What could have been wonderful was destroyed by selfish accusing words and deeds. I know I sound like I'm taking sides, but I saw it wih my own eyes. I do enjoy your poetry, which always touches something in me. Joyce |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
By the sound dear Sir, she didn't deserve the love you had for her. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Bill I once wrote this...I know how one feels from harsh words spoken: Raining Words I stand and let you rain your words upon my body, all. Releasing all you hurts on me each drop does sting it's fall. But in my heart I know what's true and words just said mean naught. I have the strength within my heart No blame, take I, no fault. I tried to share, to even love despite the unbelief. Sometimes what seems to be so right is really fused with grief. No matter how this all will end no matter what the feel the words once spoken each to each were filled with loving, real. ~Wynter huggzzz "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Joyce - thank you for your understanding that is written in this poem. Harsh words eventually will destroy. inot2B - you read this poem that I penned, and understand. This I thank you for. nakdthoughts - thank you for your reply. I did reply to you, and will post it. Raining Words I stand and let you rain your words upon my body, all. Releasing all you hurts on me each drop does sting it's fall. But in my heart I know what's true and words just said mean naught. I have the strength within my heart No blame, take I, no fault. I tried to share, to even love despite the unbelief. Sometimes what seems to be so right is really fused with grief. No matter how this all will end no matter what the feel the words once spoken each to each were filled with loving, real. (my reply) Rain I always thought, fell from the sky, not from someone loving, from their eyes... Love to share, or share to love, it seems, only thoughts and words, can kill dreams... And when they are gone, never to come back, hell could freeze over, but I'll always lack. The warmth of my heart, it died over time, just like pouring out a bottle, of good wine. Don't think that words, can't do it, you're sadly mistaken, you'll take a hit... A warm heart, will change to ice, and it won't matter if seven, comes up on the dice... |
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