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To Laugh at My Luck Or Cry at My Shame
by Amanda L MarronThen there are the days that I act so stupid
And I don'Â’t think before I speak.
I'Â’m still sitting here trying to forget about the
Fun times we used to have together, before hitting
This patch of all the bad.
When I feel like IÂ’'m screaming at the top of my lungs in a crowded room,
But no one even turns their head to look at me
Â…and see thatÂ…
I'Â’m standing here trying to catch your eye.
Your fleeting glance, just a miniscule of your attention.
Why do I feel so ignored? Like a deaf mute, you pass me by.
Acting as if I wasnÂ’t there at all.
Â…but stillÂ…
I know the fault is mine. I don'Â’t need you to rub it in my face to know IÂ’'m the screw up.
Complications come back into play before I can catch them, and make them null.
Just when I thought things were going to be okay, they get all messed up again.
I'Â’m tired of all this stress, I just want it to end.
Â…and go backÂ…
To how we were. So happy and carefree, when I wasnÂ’t worried that every day might be our last.
12/14/2005 Author's Note: So much has happened between me and Allen, will it ever cease? Then we can just be happy...
Posted on 12/14/2005
Copyright © 2024 Amanda L Marron
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/14/05 at 11:40 PM I love the format for this piece and the content communicates your frustrations and desires well. Nice writing. |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 12/16/05 at 05:59 AM Anyone can pilot a ship in calm weather, but doing it through the rough is what makes you good. It's the same for relationships.
yer pal
Jersey |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/17/05 at 01:37 AM You wrote exactly how I feel. How is this possible? Poetry oft speaks when we cannot. This flows so perfect, I felt like we were in the same room, visiting. Oh, the journey... —Jill |
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