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Grovel Groan To the Bone


Ahab puppy loved him some evil Jezebel
Lassie boy collar eyes wag the fancy tale
He sleep on her good side,
sob say the cuckold bride
Groomed so wail to fetch her bones in hell

Under the Grovel

Can you feel my voice in the wind
Any day you feel not strong enough
Never stop thinking of me for the gust shall start again

You close your eyes to visualize me
Only you see nothing which is what I will always be
Under the bridge there is an unmarked grave

Friendly voice calls to you underneath the cold soil
Oh how I wish I could have stayed 
Really wish I hadn't been my only slave
Gave to you my everything but never felt enough
If only I gotten a chance to say to you
Very much i so loved you
Every time you close your eyes, picture me, and feel the wind

More pain will gather from where the storm has grown
Every last breath of wind I give you, is so you won't feel alone

Premium Member When love is true, it does not ask you to grovel

When love is true, it does not ask you to grovel,
It doesn't push you to beg for a wish and then to repeat it.
You won't fall to your knees pleading for spoken respect,
Nor wake up in the dead of night praying that your loved one stays, that love you've deserved.
When love is in your heart, you shouldn't feel pain.
Deep inside you know that a single thread cannot weave a future,
Desperately wanting to make them "the chosen one",
But if it were right, you wouldn’t lose yourself, in the unrest of being honest.
You walk on a fragile edge and are afraid of bleeding,
Your heart shatters, and thoughts spin rapidly.
Love won't hurt you in a way that you can never heal,
Love is more than a commitment, above a heap of feelings.
Choosing the same person every day, even if they've hurt you, because no one is without flaw,
And some people are simply so precious...
And you will feel at that moment that fate has spoken, you and them, you two were meant to be.
But with some, when you realize there's an abyss between sacrifice and compromise,
Efforts made, but remain without echo, and your dignity is trampled,
You will know that this is not love.
Your love may be real, but theirs is not.
I know it's hard to give up, but it's not worth staying where your existence is deemed insignificant.
In the end, you heal and move on, that's the cycle of life.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member grovel cringe fawn

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Premium Member grovel

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