A lyrical re-write. - 16th March 2011.


I'll think more.

Deemed to be straight,
and deemed to be true,
But somehow I seem to miss you.
Never do I lie,
Never do I cry,
But somehow you seem to hurt me.

Sometimes I only think twice,
So I'll think more for the rest of my life.

I'll pass this way again,
and try to pretend,
And somehow I'll try to apprehend.
Though I'm strong,
and weak inside,
But somehow I'll try to decide.

Sometimes I only think twice,
So I'll think more for the rest of my life.

I'll try to find time,
I'll try to make you mine.
But somehow it manages to hide.
So I'll try,
but not to imply,
Yet somehow it manages to fade.

Sometimes I only think twice,
So I'll think more for the rest of my life.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-03-16 at 13:54

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DKdrayton
all i can say is-- OMG! it is a Fine thing that guys write this kinda beauty... you Know the kind that makes other guys nervous for some odd reason.
2011-04-27


Zoya Zaidi
Dear John darling, Don't think too much!
Just do it!
Life is too short for thinking and not acting...
Love,
Zoya
How is life with you dear one?
Z
2011-03-31


nature
This is writen in absolute truth it captures perfectly the conflicting nature of the human heart

thanks for sharing
2011-03-18



The 'refrain' pulls the reader both to the plight of recurring emotion in the poetic persona as well as to reinforce the urgency of that moment as it comes back however many times in the day. The first couple of lines makes you think as well. There is a palpable sense of inner struggle all through out.
2011-03-16


NicholasG
Life is a painful event and building callouses enough to protect without becoming calloused is the eternal balancing act.
I guess if we open ourselves to feel, we'd better be ready to be hurt.
Good writing John.
2011-03-16


mark nwagwu
but somehow you seem to hurt me

this is the big unknown about human relationships - it does not run on our virtues, it runs on something else we just can't describe - love is, or it is not, and that's the way it is.
I loved your write and shall read you more and more now that I'm back to this site.
2011-03-16