Invisible

Invisible

A Poem by Mary

Sometimes I think you fail to see,

The relivance in my generosity.

Of course I make myself out to being everything you want from me..

But I am failing,

Because you only see what you want to see.

Any woman would lie if they said,

They didnt want flowers or even to hold hands.

But I have never once dismissed those things that are suppose to come naturaly.

I care for you, Like I hope you care for me.

And all I want is you to see-

That I am the way I am

And choose to show myself in that way..


So you can see me.


I love you like the air loves wind,

I need you like the grass needs the rain,

But sometimes... Yes sometimes...

You bring my heart so much pain.


Love and hate is such a strong relationship,

And I am so scared to know where God takes it.

I dont want to get hurt,

And I dont want to cry anymore...

But sometimes I feel like I am shouting to the floor!

Loud words fall on deaf ears,

While the rain drops from my heart...

Hide my tears.

I sit...

I think...

Ponder and see,

That maybe.. just maybe,

You arent the one for me.

I attempt to hold onto thoughts that I cant bear,

Because I cant tell you just how much you arent there.

The tears you see,

As I sit alone with just me,

Are from inside of the hollowed heart of mine.

People pass..

I see their smiles,

However there is a fond lacking of joy inside of me;

WHen I see everything I want for me.

Maybe our time is over...

Time to say goodbye,

I am just over the fact that my love I have to hide.

Not because I choose to ignore feelings that arent there..

But because honestly...

You just dont care.

© 2012 Mary


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Added on October 23, 2011
Last Updated on August 20, 2012

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Mary
Mary

Phoenix, AZ



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I've been writing for about 16 years. My poetry as all writers, has changed and developed over the years. Everything I write is personal about events and people that have influenced over my many year.. more..

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