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A Poem by ambur

 

I see what you are playing at, what you are turning to, now.
You're a paper cut in the crease of my finger, a solid waste.
Emotions can be changed, changed to match the thoughts inside.
Slow, implicit expressions, hide away summer set grins, polished eyes;
I miss the situation I was in, loving the person carved in to now..
Oceans waves cannot match the malevolent surge within this hole,
Volcanic ash cannot be more black than the soul I have possessed.
I'm dazed, confused, and over worked, trying to decode a rhyming clue,
A feeling kept deep, a withered dislike slowing churning inside those eyes.
Beauty, you are; sweet heart, you have it all wrong right now, though.
Tell me one thing, can you decipher your feelings for once, and leave me,
You think me to be unintelligent, that I cannot read your mind, your words;
Are you hinting some thing? Obvious is lack of respect, on your part, indeed.
Take a stand, say it out, stop trying to hide it all away, away in pathetic words;
I'm stronger than I look; give it all you have, I can handle it, now, worry not.

Be a man for once, and tell the story the way it was written in your head;
A pity obsession, a depressing lie; go on, we're all listening.

© 2008 ambur


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This is interesting, thought provoking and well-written.

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