Yes it still hurts
It’s supposed to hurt
I still think about you
Thoughts so dark
Some are white
It’s all mixed emotions
Sometimes I think I should have stayed
I shouldn’t have lost my faith
But maybe it was never a part of my fate
Sometimes my eyes look at you in hate
But deep in the belly of my heart I call it love
And I can only thank you for every word
None I would have written if you never had me thinking I had you when I never did
Thank you for all the poems and stories
Every line is a road less travelled
A reminder of all the emotions I once felt
I look at every cross I took on the road
Each one is a reminder of every thought that once crossed my mind
It’s all stories you never heard
Lines I never read
And it’s not my fault
You never gave me the chance to express how I felt
Maybe one day I will put them in one place
A place where pages never flip with the gust of wind
I will just cover it up
Give it your name
And call it my book
Thank you again
For the inspiration
Because of you I have words
Words I never would have written
Sharon Mo ©
Some gifts are received the hard way, even though they start out beautiful at first. I love how you have taken something that is clearly painful and made it something special.
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Well I am just being honest and I somehow learned to find the good in everything, and thanks for how you perceive the poem.
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Honesty is the best place from which to write and it makes your piece that much stronger. You are most welcome!
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Very true. Thanks again for the inspiration.
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It’s my pleasure 🙂
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The most inspirational people in our lives are always either those we love or those we hate.
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Wow! That is well said, and sometimes they can be a bit of both.
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