i wasnt home, and the argument on the phone had such reprecussions. by the time i returned, she found the comfort of someone who would always be there. so incomparible. and each time i return, to visit, she is denied by him. i hate him for it...


if only she could see...

with events become, before
confusion, misdirection quite apparent
reception of words too conscious
creates such tension, modern push...
suddenly dialects ascertain
developing a space of ultimatum
with ransom no longer the option
and the shame of rejection
simply...overwhelming...
as seeing is not, can not be,
everything as intention intends
a man attempts (not intends) to
CAPITALIZE
on the mentioning of risk
for hopes of pardoning factors
which overwhelm opposition...
and yes, in this, i do mean
a female's thought process
CONCERNING LOVE
surely the most complex pattern
a thought could ever become.
my dear, are you without choice?
i can not forgive him
this choice is surely one i shall make
and perhaps, one day
make the same choice
in your favor...



Poetry by wonderbread
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Written on 2007-01-14 at 22:32

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Amanda K
a very good point you got here. well-written but a bit lacks music,no offense.

cheers,
2007-02-21