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Nicole Robertson Poem
My second dog Molly
Is a beautiful border collie
She’s submissive
Quick to give
Ahhh so many kisses!
You’ll never believe.
I know it’s innocent
But does she have to
Lick my face
As well as chook poo?
I wish she knew that
It’s disgusting
Even the crap of the cat
Just give me warning!
She’s nearly ten
She will never learn
Guess I’ll have to
Put up with it then :(
Copyright © Nicole Robertson | Year Posted 2018
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Nicole Robertson Poem
I’m not myself
I’ve changed myself
I hate myself
But it is my fault
He was married
He said he’d leave
He too made her believe
But after a few years
Now would be three
I am still waiting for the promise I was told that year.
It’s too hard he says
The ex won’t let you and the kids near.
What a load of shit
I’m expected to believe this?
But I’m in love with him
So I don’t call it quits.
He stays the nights when he can
Trying to get them to understand
He’s still their dad
He’s still ‘their’ man
Though when he’s there,
There’s still something that I can not understand
Why can’t I call?
Why don’t you reply?
If they know you’re in a relationship with I?
In the past you have lied
Made me crumble
Made me cry
What’s different this time?
You still haven’t tried.
You stay in her home
Its the only way
She will let you visit your kids those days?
I’m asked not to get involved
Yet my jealousy desperately needs to be resolved
Will you one day leave me out in the cold?
‘Coz I’ve been doing what you’ve always told.
“Don’t post anything for her to see,
It will just fuel the fire for her and her family”
So I listen to this advice and always think twice
Before posting anything that may compromise.
My family can’t understand why I’m still with this man,
I don’t expect them to comprehend.
Because one day I know,
His true intentions may show
But for now through all the confusion
I have made my final conclusion
I’m still not myself
I still change myself
But I can not hate myself
Because it is not my fault!
Copyright © Nicole Robertson | Year Posted 2017
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Nicole Robertson Poem
She once felt special, beautiful and loved
But as life went on,
She felt secluded and shunned
She felt the world on her shoulders,
Marriage, children, time
No one had told her
These changes in her life
would weigh her down
Lose her ability to fight
Her husband had called,
To know if I'd help her
Years worth of friendship
I was always there for her
I got every school friend that was still in town
Together to try and get rid of her frown
She said merely a few words
On that morning I planned for her
To show her she's special
She's beautiful
And we'd always be there for her
Weeks went on
No thanks, no change
Guess depression can't show you other friends might be the same.
You sit in your home, with your family close by
And one day you may stop and actually realise
There are others out there
that sit home and cry
Ones who you think have a perfect free life
Work through the nights
driving trucks for good pay
To find out my colleagues only want to talk to me the wrong way
I pay a mortgage, bills, food on my own
My ability to smile is constantly thrown
I'm exhausted, feel used, mentally abused
With a rum in my hand is my only refuge
I don't need to talk
I don't need a hand
Just need some way to understand
How a good soul like me
Can take a stand
Free from depression
like we were once years ago
We are feeling the same
I just needed you to know.
Copyright © Nicole Robertson | Year Posted 2017
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