John Loving Iii Poet Couplet

You Don'T Love Me

ever somewhere in my soul
 it burns
the lashes of the whip
 that forces me to learn
that i had touched
 the thorn of your rose
the puncture was deep
 and the sting still grows
part of my psyche
 tries to forget
but the sting of the incident
 is like the lash of the whip
into my ears the 
 loud pop went
when ever i'm reminded of the
 message you sent
in shame i cannot look 
 into your eyes
they won't tell the truth
 they'll only tell lies
how can i reclaim 
 my wondering soul
that refuses to leave you
 even though i'm gone
and your soul that i thought 
 i had in exchange
suspiciously missing
 isn't that a shame

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Roberlynn Jones June 3, 2012 at 9:12 AM nice poem

Matthew Anish May 27, 2012 at 9:16 PM A souless woman is a sad thing. Well constructed work! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish

Terry L. Allen May 22, 2012 at 1:51 AM This is going on my Fav's list for I know what you say here all too well only in reverse. Huggs TLee

Charlotte Puddifoot May 18, 2012 at 2:51 PM I had a loud pop in my ears the other day while in the car but I think twas a change in air pressure :-)

Lisa Cooper May 15, 2012 at 8:14 PM lovely

Jessica K May 14, 2012 at 1:52 PM Saddening, but very common.. a wonderful write all in all :)

Elizabeth Wesley May 14, 2012 at 9:31 AM Well, I still love you but I'm not the one that's important so keep looking; life tends to be a struggle at times but persistence is sometimes worth the effort.

Andrea Dietrich May 13, 2012 at 10:03 AM Sad one. I read what you said to Sara. I guess I just don't have so much drama in my life. not one of these "stubborn" women you talk about. Yep, that drunk poem was my one and only time to drink. I would NEVER do such a thing single and alone with a man not my husband. hahaha

Sara Kendrick May 12, 2012 at 8:35 AM Very interesting work..Is this a new love gone bad?..Or just something that has happened at once in your life?...Enjoyed reading but hope that you are not hurt..Thanks for stopping by..Never heard of the Aramis scent..I will have to check it out and see what it is..Old Spice is about the only one that doesn't give me a headache..I am weird like that..Appreciate the time spent commenting on my work.If I can tolerate it I might have to get my husband some.Sara

Nathan D. May 11, 2012 at 10:42 AM sad'

Maureen Lefanue May 10, 2012 at 10:03 PM Thanks for reading my poetry. Enjoyed your sad tale of lovelessness. Well written. God bless, Maureen

Laura Breidenthal May 10, 2012 at 9:03 PM Ouch. Can feel the pian vividly in this beautiful verse. Thanks for stoppin by. Keep writing! :) Always, Laura

Poet Destroyer A May 10, 2012 at 7:32 PM your soul does not burn... i like the wondering soul line... lets reclaim it together.. and the answer is hard to find... and did you ever see such a pretty horse... lol... got to love ya... xox... from Texas... yours truly the Poet Destroyer