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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lady Folly He did not kiss me when he said good-bye; I let him go, not asking why, Self-reflection But I knew why, today I am taking a break To reflect on myself, on this blessed Palm Sunday What do I really want, what do I really needs? Somedays I think I know, especially then I fall back into my mode I see things others don’t, my muscles contract each time he rolled over, and touched, another, even as he spoke kindly, I always knew It's not cheating for him. Somehow for me It's an invasion of one's privacy As I feud within: I shattered mirror, Of myself, this can’t be love it's not real: Even though, I’ve learned it is far better to lay in an empty bed Then to lay next to someone who makes me feel empty(quote) In my case, I am experiencing a folly of a woman When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom--is to die. Oliver Goldsmith URL: https://able2know.org/topic/6894-1 Poetry can be therapy, poetry can be therapeutic, These past memories, months of longing feelings, I need the touch of his hand, his voice I can easily retrieve The path of my writing is a path of truth, I am the one that contributed to this madness, I am the one with the poet's keyboard and pen I am the one that should have just stayed friends, I am the one that hate all men, I am the one that loves, hates, and then love again, Emotions, emotions, keep taking me in the wrong direction, I want to go back, to my safe place, called loneliness My heartbreak hotel
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