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[aid] => mick
[title] => Disregarded
[time] => 2005-09-01 20:03:14
[hometext] => Men say women talk alot.. however some of us do and some wont ever and will never get the chance to be heard. Truly disregarding the fact that we feel.
[bodytext] => It seems as if there is nothing I can ever do to please you Does it hurt your ear to hear me speak? Am I never to make a point? You make me exhausted in most ways When you entered my life, I thought better days has come Now only with more pressure Never the right temperature, so cold, so cold, now it’s all too old Even spring as sprung. With I a cloudy day a waiting to pour. My spirit as been lead to stray, wondering if If only I hadn’t of met you. Would I be happy? Truly happy never to be pleased For I judge how it is you judge me Compliments accompanied with insults Makes me wonder what will be the end results I’m like a waterfall beating against a rock Yet so sensitive, too sensitive and delicate for you Am I to be like the unseen steel you lock me in? So tired is I to utter anymore One must think I stutter, for a sentence cant even leave my mouth There is harshness to block it Pushing it right back down my throat You got me taking forbidden oaths. What is this I owe? You criticize and degrade and now it makes me wonder What? What mistake is this I have made? [comments] => 4 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 31 [informant] => kamelion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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