Holding Hard

So here I sit and stare
At that wall, looking so bare
It's looks kind of like the picture in my mind
Of my life, I'm trying so hard to find
I ought to listen to my friends
He's not good for me, it will be another dead end
I just can't bring myself to hurt him anymore
Even though many times he's walked out the door
I don't know what it is about him
How I always loose, and he seems to win
I just seem to be holding on to a string of hope
While the rest of me is slipping down a slope
He likes others, not just me
Why is that so hard to see
But I still sometimes feel that way
The way, when he looked at me that first day
And that's why I keep holding on
Perhaps this time he won't be gone
But still I feel like his playing card
Maybe... I'm holding hope, a little too hard
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Cabrera Avatar
February 7, 2009 at 12:23 AM
wow I think this poem has had alot of thought put into it.... I love it!!!!!
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January 28, 2009 at 3:39 PM
Jen this is really good!...i love it!!...i think its one of my favorites by you...<3sistar
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