There’s no ring on my finger
And there will never be
Like the never lasting lie
Of the always you and me
Maybe it’s better to be alone
Than having the fear to be
Cause waiting forever
Has killed more than one soul
Waiting for better
Is the lie they told us all
So I’d rather just sit here
And watch the other fall
As selfish as it sounds
It’s the sound of my heart
Healing from a wound
That tore it apart
And knowing I will always love him
No matter what
That’s what makes it so hard
So I look at my finger
And think again
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Author:
crisnigger (
Offline) - Published: January 10th, 2011 05:30
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Comments2
You expressed yourself forcefully with couplets...excellent! It is such a bitter cry of deep pain,....and yet, cannot time soften and close the wound,...cannot love heal it, though it remain forever scarred?
Good poem, well written.
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