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Regret the unregretable

Updated on December 20, 2014
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To you

I saw

The look you gave to her

The way she made you smile

I heard

It in your voice when you said her name

I heard the promise you made

I smelled

her scent upon your shirt

You smell just like her

I tasted

her lips

her musk

My heart

The air from my lungs

Go away

Hands on her hips

she carrying your child

Her saying do

to you

I didn't know what to do

See I tried hard to be friends with you

but you can't friends if you have ever been in love

So I ask you to understand

cause in my eyes

I felt

I tasted

I smelled

I heard

I saw

Her face

No hate to any woman who could do what I couldn't

Even though I shouldn't

I still

I will

always

love

you

The land of Maturity

I am walking in a new world called Maturity

A world that many descripts as a beautiful land

A world that is continuing to recruit the youth

To young is maturity taking victims in war

killing what Disney has worked so hard to embed

in the heads on its fans

then along comes the boats to this land of maturity

I laid Alien so long

I figured it would never send for me

but then they arrested little me

forcing me to walk barren shackled to other unsuspecting victims

and a tear ran down my face and reflexed in it was maturity

I decided to sit in this room

just me, the stars and the moon.

I lay hear me and my lover on Christmas day.

What would be a reasonable gift to give something a timeless as the moon?

I couldn't give the stars a star even if I could manage to reach as high

even if I could manage to tippy toe on the top of the tallest tree

the star I grab would be more valuable to me

Maybe I could give them something they never would expect or seek

something others take for advantage of

something that could not be brought by the riches

something that couldn't be handle or seen but you just have to believe its there

Love


That's life

Its like quick sand

the more I fight

the more I swing

the more I push

shove

punch

kick

slapped

I sink like I have no reason to fight back

no reason to waste energy

even it was still in me to continue this fight

why?

but I guess that's life.

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    • Joel Diffendarfer profile image

      Joel Diffendarfer 2 years ago from Ft Collins, Colorado

      Good work. I had to keep reading...very exposing...! You captured the inner thoughts of many people. Keep it up!

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      Graham Lee 2 years ago from Lancashire. England.

      Hi Magenta. A really tip top poem. I enjoyed it.

      Graham.

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      SilentMagenta 2 years ago

      Thank you. That's sweet.

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      John Marshall 2 years ago from glasgow

      Great poem,couldn't stop reading it.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      A very interesting poetry collection Magenta. Nice read.