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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Dearest Friend
[time] => 2002-09-21 19:46:47
[hometext] => from old site... I'm bringing my writes over, because I'm not sure just how long Mick can keep the old site, and I like to have my writes together.
this one here is a personal hurt indeed, and wrote an apogoly one, "Our Misunderstanding" which I found it in my heart to be her friend again, only to be hurt one final time and no more.. to the final write the last poem, I wrote, "Ending this Friendship" is the same person, as is "Inspiring Friendship" when I was getting to know this person. I only had to do this kind of thing twice before in all of my years. REally don't want someone to use me, and try to be someone they are not, as much as I overlooked the bad, I should have seen this coming, but I always like to give the benefit of the doubt..... I wonder just how far is that???? [bodytext] => You want to be alone, then so be it! I’m sorry to be such a bother, a social misfit I have tried to respect your time with family Certainly not wanting to interfere, naturally You accepted my invite for you and your mate To come to Easter Dinner, oh but such the fate I started Good Friday to prepare, Sat. night it was ready All from scratch, I was proud, hadn’t cooked like that, Since I had been married years before. I was feeling rather heady! But an email from late Sat. night, stopped me flat I thought you were my friend and understood a friendly letter, But I guess you really didn’t want to come, You wrote me a note you didn’t want the hassle, made me feel numb The dinner was important to me, but if it makes you feel better I wasn’t even mad, just more pain I didn’t need Be alone, it’s what you want, I was just doing my friendly deed I didn’t ask much, really not much at all You only needed to be my friend, not a taxi free-for-all I didn’t see you much anyways, but understood But did call and chatted whenever we could I accepted you for the person you are I listened, cared, shouldered time by far You wait for your husband, three hours time after work I certainly had that to give, but you rather visit the sales clerk I offered an invite to stay with me, to wait But you didn’t want to, saying you didn’t want to be late “For what” I asked, for you wanted to shop and be alone But always you say, you never have anyone to be with, Well ok, I did offered, so you go ahead, moan and groan Sorry I offered, and I always do, you have a tiff A way that is only yours, perhaps a friend I’m not I respected all your rights, even tread lightly, but I forgot Your plate is always full, something to do, someone to care for You know, you’re lucky to have that in your life, Taken for granted, you complain about it, it hits at my hearts core I do care; it’s never easy to fit all your life’s events in one day! Well, that’s ok; my life is too short to let pain be my pay I realize I understand way too much I do hope someday your inner pain will heal You’re my friend still, and pain I hope not to feel For you, I will ask for God’s will of his Angels touch Amber R. Yeager –April 6, 2002 (For Dor-Hope you understand) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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