Tired of it all

by Ingrid   Nov 9, 2008


I am so tired of trying,
come to the end of my rope
Fought long and hard,
but now I am losing hope

It is time for me to realize
I have a more to think of
than just the relationship
I have with you, my love

Every day always the same,
fears of misunderstanding
Checking each word and phrase
For an eventual miscomprehending

I cannot do it anymore, no more hurt
So sick and tired of waiting for your call
If you dont know after all we have been trough
what you have in me, we have nothing at all

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  • 15 years ago

    by FELTON PHILLIPS

    Nice poem, easy tyo relate to. Should have universal appeal. I liked it alot.

  • 15 years ago

    by Cotton Candy Clouds

    Wow amazing job i just ended a relationship and you described just how i felt i was sick of being the only one who cared or tried to prove their feelings...5/5 i voted for you in the contest : )

  • 15 years ago

    by kelleyana

    As we journey through life, we realized it's not so easy when it comes on mutual understanding in friendship/relationship, and sometimes we gives our all and thinking we'd not received enough in return and we just can't takes it anymore. I think the best way to solve misunderstanding is through keeping conversation going on between two persons.
    You are kind with such a sensitive heart and reveal this through your words. Don't give up, kel

  • 15 years ago

    by Mister 47

    At the end , we all must understand we are humans, and not gods

    and we all msut know , that as much teh rope is long it much reach an end someplace

    no one can hold soo much hurt and jsut keep doing it

    hanging in a string of rope and making us thinking a million time when we speak ,..

    that is not love ..

    story of my lifee..........

    great job ingrid

  • 15 years ago

    by Mister 47

    At the end , we all must understand we are humans, and not gods

    and we all msut know , that as much teh rope is long it much reach an end someplace

    no one can hold soo much hurt and jsut keep doing it

    hanging in a string of rope and making us thinking a million time when we speak ,..

    that is not love ..

    story of my lifee..........

    great job ingrid

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