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Surrogate
I thought I had a girlfriend then,
A special sort of love!
Romance that differed from the rest...
We fit as though a hand to glove.
I learned about her.... felt her pain!
Hurt when she hurt,
Gained when she gained!
And though it felt so real - so true!
A deeper darker part that knew
Surfaced,now and then to tell
To give my aching heart a clue
She swore she told me everything
It gushed out from her lips!
She loved to look me in the eyes
And sway me with her hips.
I cared for her so deeply
And struggled everyday
Her life so hard and love so pure
My love for her built on decay
She made me feel sorry
So helpless and so sweet
She had no choice...
She had no time!
But did her best once loved complete.
Her mind still full of virtue...
Back then she had no choice
She's honest now and loyal too!
So says her soothing voice!
A voice is all she ever was
A memory - a pain
The girl I knew a surrogate
Not worth the months of mental strain
The truth destroyed her character
But even worse - her lies!
She felt it well to twist and bend the light she let into my eyes
I wonder if it bothered her...
That I lost sleep at night
That I invented horrors
And questioned wrong from right.
Perhaps she thought five mineuts of how bad it made her feel
While I lingered for hours forced to deal with what wasn't real
It reminds me of someone who
It reminds me of someone who does "good deeds" under the guise of "not wanting to hurt someone's feelings". Too blind and ignorant to even know they are doing a worser offense by lying. Too awful, Daniel. Heartfelt hugs to you.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Omigosh! Interpreted
Omigosh! Interpreted brilliantly well done and thanks so much!
Aftermath
She made you feel a lot of pain. Time to make yourself not. Healing happens that way. I used to wallow in love not meeting expectations or being used, lied to, stollenf from - That never goes away, it metamorphs into something sad and baggage worthy only - no place to shove it. ~A~
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