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Array ( [sid] => 119585 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Left Unspoken [time] => 2006-05-06 08:04:42 [hometext] => This is about my mother and I's relationship...its a bit rocky as you can tell. All in good hope for better days. [bodytext] => I can't take the rain on the roof of this empty house,
All alone I'll sit here and let it bother me.
I can't take a the tears,
But I just have to let them out.
I’m afraid to cry sometimes and let it be known I get hurt too.
Going on with you always upsets.
But there are days every now and again I pretend to be ok.
But that’s not what gets me,
The thing that breaks me is being so close to you.
It hurts the most when I have so much to say,
And you don't listen,
And then watch you see me just walk away never knowing,
That you are the reason.
Not knowing what it could of have been about.
Not seeing that,
Regardless of what you've done,
I some how still find myself loving you.
I know this isn't what you are trying to do.
It’s just so hard to deal with.
I guess the pain of losing myself everywhere I go,
Becomes harder for me to force that smile upon my face.
But some how I'm doin’ it.
Getting harder to get myself up and live with no regret,
Like I used to.
I wish I could trade away all the hateful words that I've had to say.
The moments saved in my head are breaking my unspoken heart,
That whispers the thoughts of good to my evil mind.
While all the time,
To be like a child again,
In your arms,
Was all that I was really trying to do. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 252 [topic] => 43 [informant] => evalastingrose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
Left Unspoken

Contributed by evalastingrose on Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 08:04:42 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



I can't take the rain on the roof of this empty house,
All alone I'll sit here and let it bother me.
I can't take a the tears,
But I just have to let them out.
I’m afraid to cry sometimes and let it be known I get hurt too.
Going on with you always upsets.
But there are days every now and again I pretend to be ok.
But that’s not what gets me,
The thing that breaks me is being so close to you.
It hurts the most when I have so much to say,
And you don't listen,
And then watch you see me just walk away never knowing,
That you are the reason.
Not knowing what it could of have been about.
Not seeing that,
Regardless of what you've done,
I some how still find myself loving you.
I know this isn't what you are trying to do.
It’s just so hard to deal with.
I guess the pain of losing myself everywhere I go,
Becomes harder for me to force that smile upon my face.
But some how I'm doin’ it.
Getting harder to get myself up and live with no regret,
Like I used to.
I wish I could trade away all the hateful words that I've had to say.
The moments saved in my head are breaking my unspoken heart,
That whispers the thoughts of good to my evil mind.
While all the time,
To be like a child again,
In your arms,
Was all that I was really trying to do.




Copyright © evalastingrose ... [ 2006-05-06 08:04:42]
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Re: Left Unspoken (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 12:48:25 PM AEST
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Heartbreaking write. I can identify with some of it.... Please don't give up..My Mom has passed on and I have a few regrets....
Don't wait until it's too late..
Jenni


Re: Left Unspoken (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Young_Poet on Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 01:01:47 PM AEST
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aw this is so sad. I really liked it. We all have hard times with our parents whether its our dad or mom. Keep up on the writing.




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