Black Poetry : dry sand

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  1. wildflower7

    wildflower7 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    i think he sees me as a
    nag
    especially since he doesn't agree
    with my point of view
    he can't see
    that my heart breaks more
    each time he looks at me with
    those crimson eyes
    and how i die inside
    when he comes home so late
    from being with his boys
    i take it personally
    like he doesn't want to be with me
    i was led to believe
    once upon a moment
    that he wanted to leave
    that life behind
    blame me for holding on to those
    words uttered in passing-
    in a fleeting feeling
    for i wanted to believe
    that he desired to devote his
    time completely to his family
    and concentrate on building
    or blame him for
    saying what i wanted to hear
    at the right time because
    i was slipping throuh his fingers
    like dry sand...
     
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    N2urSoul Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    WldFlr7

    I feel ya' sustah gurl... this poem speaks the truth about so many folks who are in relationships...
    in some instances brothas just are not willing to commit ~?
    I hope that one day brothas will get back into
    the "family" ties!

    Oneluv.
     
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    wildflower7 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    yeah...
    he's getting there slowly.
    -7
     
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