You made me feel so used.
You touched me like you cared.
You spoke soft things to me.
You said you might love me.
I didn't want to believe it
I didn't want to hurt you
I thought you cared
I ended it anyway
I didn't want to break your heart
I didn't want to hurt you
I actually even (almost) liked you
I ended it with the thought you'd be okay
You're great
You have her now
It's been so long
since we were together
It's been all of one week
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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