?Why waste my time?

In my heart I let you in
And in this space you left me pain
an empty void
a cloud with no rain
and I'm bout to go insane

See I gave you love
my very best
but when trials came you failed the test
You lost sight of goals
All the important things
and all the joys that life can bring

Yes I'm angry
that's why I'm writing this poem
So I can release this pain and try to move on
to bigger and better things
things YOU could not supply
Cause you was too busy in the streets
shootin dice and gettin high

I hated you so bad
wanted everything you touched to fail
wanted life to give you hell
didn't want you to last at all

But thru all the hate
I could not hear
God whispering in my ear
Tryin to tell me all along
that for me you were all WRONG

God said what does he do for?
I couldn't think of one good thing
God said what do I do for you
I replyed back EVERYTHING

So why would I cry
over a no good guy
who cheats, steals and loves to lie
why oh why
would I waste my time
over a silly guy not worth a dime

Why even waste my breath
Now the anger has left
If it happen to come back in
I'll be back with pad and pen. :uzi:

release and write indeed
feeling you on this one
fo sure....
stay strong
peace
Angel

DEEP!!!
DEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!
I LIKE SISTA!!!!
GET THE :flamet: OUT ON HIM!!!!

my attitude lookin grim
my looks
similar to dude
who didn't comfort you
needin love true
as the skies blue
my seasoned reasons
to help me relate to your ways
as i stay
come from ups and downs
from back in the day
you precious
i feel blessed
when i can let my kisses
become yo necklace
i come into you
from Babylon
and the streets
don't want to eva turn away
my mind
bruised, misused
nerves damaged like flesh from whipmark (damage)
thru GOD with our love
we can hand'lit
your girlfriend can't stand it
our essence together
produce a love so truthful it stir
the planet
findin someone new
who can be true to you
is not only possible
it's moving to you
no need to grieve or panic

One love Sis....do yo thang, Nita

/antar

Nita,

Excellent writing.................

Another strong well phrased poem
Writing is both a means of organizing our thoughts and a medicine for our frustrations in this life.(as well as countless other things) For me it helps to focus and concentrate my powers and gives me time to think and be deliberate and not to act hastily and rashly.

.....And definitely helps us to neither waist ourselves above or below the waist or both nor waste our precious time.

Like the way you put this out here.

Peace and Blessings

keep dat pen handy
cause you know he's gonna
try and get back...
and apologize for act'n
so wack...
this was tyte sis...i feel ya angst....word
one love
khasm

Jus wanted to say thanks for the feedback
Mba...I shall
Turtle..I shall...lol
Antar...loved the way you put it down in your reply..wow brutha..thanks for the love :spin:
rasheed...exactly...medicine indeed!!!!

and khasm...lol..I wish he would cause his skull I'll crack...lol..smh