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Stealing

It's not love, But I'm good at pretending. Only stealing a bit, still the guilt Would consume me if I could feel, so Grateful I'm only alive for tonight, He's mine for tonight. Every one is a liar, no matter how Nice they seem, She need never know, and So what if she does? Would hate myself but This isn't me, and I need it more than anyone could. Hours later, he's got his, this is the part, Here comes my rush, only lasts the night but Right now, I'm being held. I'm warm. I'm safe. I am alive. Blissfully shut out logical thought and leave The feeling I am loved. Morning. I am numb once more, and On my own. He is gone. I don't feel a thing. 'Til next time I need my fix, No shame will stop me, I'll keep Stealing love from whoever is Willing to lie this week. Fact is, when nobody will give, Beggars have to steal to live.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/11/2009 9:52:00 AM
Thanks Sarah for your thoughtful comments. The super souper thing I could do without (embarrassing really - like stop being obsessed and get a life!) as I do not really like any of the competitive aspects of the site. We should just be here to appreciate, learn from, encourage and support one another. Although I do find the contests teach me new forms and make me strive to do better. That's my story and I'm sticking to it : ) Have a beautiful Easter and thanks again! Love & hugs, Shar xoxo
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Date: 3/24/2009 7:14:00 AM
Wow, this is some write. Sarah, so strange but I think I had a dream about you. Bits and pieces flashing before my eyes, but I remember mud caked on jeans. Too weird. This poem reminds of the Rolling Stones song lyrics 'you can't always get what you want, but sometimes, you get what you need'. Though it's not quite what you are saying, it is somehow close. Great to read your awesome poetry again. Love, Shar
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Date: 3/23/2009 6:12:00 PM
Sad, but true. I think everyone has been here at least once in their life, some of us even more than once, sadly. Excellent write.....Aleera
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