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My soul is just shot. My heart is committing treason. Why won't my memory rot? So I keep telling myself, I left you for many reasons. Every single day was like a riddle, Just to find out your mood. Well I couldn't cope and I won't fiddle, With something so silly as rotten food. You played too many games, And it seems I lost my rule book, To every single one. I asked you to see if my heart was broken, and you wouldn't even look. I left you for many reasons. Why won't my memory rot? My heart is committing treason. My mind is just shot. Because I love you even though, it was for good reasons. |
I agree with the previous two comments. I like the poem! Repetitions and refrains used so evocatively.| Posted on 2012-04-16 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ] | I like the pattern with this, it carries us along well. Good work. | | Posted on 2012-04-14 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | Very straight forward and full of truth. Also very beautiful in its truthfulness. I know I have felt this way myself at times, wondering why my heart still longed for something or someone after I was gone. Especially since my mind knew that I had done what was best. I think that is the core of human nature, to love despite. Very nicely written. | | Posted on 2012-04-13 00:00:00 | by Maskannai | [ Reply to This ] | |