Open Poetry #13 |
Unrelated |
JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Unrelated I’ll gladly be your black sheep reads a better story the color so deep, so true to self compare it to the one…you call white isn’t white at all stained by, always trying to hide every little imperfection, flaw even with constant attention, care at best it tries to be for a moment or two until life leaves a mark still it struts as though it’s pure So go on, pretend you’re above me deny the reality of life you yourself taught me your partner in my birth was not my choice he was yours but for father…not for jailer Let the others receive your praise relate their stories to your friends any tear it may cause me will be short-lived… my life, by my own choice has long been far away from home there really isn’t any conflict here we should simply leave one another alone |
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ParisGrl Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 610 |
R.J. Very well written and expressed....i know exactly where you are coming from with this poem.....i am at that crossroad myself. Hang in there.......it will get better, it has to...you made it this far. Take Care, Laura |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
JLR- In any relationship we become "stain" with the other's flaws and expectations forever. Thanks for sharing. I liked it! |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Oh this is truly sad. It is well written but to me, very sad. Joyce |
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