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But looking back I have to laugh.
Not with a funny ha ha sigh.
But with a laugh that makes me cry.

Patience, was her plea to me.
If I just wait then I will see.
Eight years have come and quickly fled.
I never once crawled in her bed.

Abused from men inside her past.
I wondered how long our love could last.
With my giving all that I had.
Receiving nothing to make me glad.

Though every month when my check came
She’d show up crying playing her game.
Invariably this was the only day,
She’d stay an hour then go away.

Oh yes she always promised me,
To be my woman and set me free.
She had some issues she’d always say,
Just please be patient till they go away.

Eight years now seems so very long.
If you ask me I was more than strong.
My affections for her were always spurned.
And my deposits earned no returns.

So in my deepest sorrow share
That now I know she does not care.
For in her life of misery,
She chooses pain instead of me.

She cannot look beyond herself,
Or see in me a hint of wealth,
As one who cared more than my hurts.
Her promises now just cold dead words.

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COLD DEAD WORDS

Contributed by robert_edgar_burns on Wednesday, 19th October 2005 @ 03:06:06 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

She vowed to be my better half.
But looking back I have to laugh.
Not with a funny ha ha sigh.
But with a laugh that makes me cry.

Patience, was her plea to me.
If I just wait then I will see.
Eight years have come and quickly fled.
I never once crawled in her bed.

Abused from men inside her past.
I wondered how long our love could last.
With my giving all that I had.
Receiving nothing to make me glad.

Though every month when my check came
She’d show up crying playing her game.
Invariably this was the only day,
She’d stay an hour then go away.

Oh yes she always promised me,
To be my woman and set me free.
She had some issues she’d always say,
Just please be patient till they go away.

Eight years now seems so very long.
If you ask me I was more than strong.
My affections for her were always spurned.
And my deposits earned no returns.

So in my deepest sorrow share
That now I know she does not care.
For in her life of misery,
She chooses pain instead of me.

She cannot look beyond herself,
Or see in me a hint of wealth,
As one who cared more than my hurts.
Her promises now just cold dead words.

Copyright Â© robert_edgar_burns ... [ 2005-10-19 15:06:06]
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Re: COLD DEAD WORDS (User Rating: 1 )
by seci on Wednesday, 19th October 2005 @ 03:25:54 PM AEST
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i dated a guy who used me as well
i stayed with him for 8 months when others said the worse of him, but me you couldn't tell
he used me for my money and my ride
he made me useless, hate myself and lose my pride
i been there before
he rather be with someone who he can use
i choose not to go his way again
i don't want to be confused
i loved your poem
it made me realize how much my love use to be in harm
keep writng my freind
i will read to the very last end

Re: COLD DEAD WORDS (User Rating: 1 )
by cryingonmyporch on Wednesday, 19th October 2005 @ 04:29:51 PM AEST
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It's sorry to have to experience love that way but sometimes we have to, especially in the world we live in today. Thankfully you learnt from this person
Amy~

Re: COLD DEAD WORDS (User Rating: 1 )
by Dark_and_Cold on Wednesday, 19th October 2005 @ 06:31:14 PM AEST
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Powerful poem indeed...I've feel emotions simliar, I even wrote a similar poem on this site called "plaything". Anyway, nice write.

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