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I'm Not Bloody Crazy. But I Am Not Free.

Poetry By: thekindnessofstrangers

Submitted:Jan 25, 2013    Reads: 168    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   

I'm Not Bloody Crazy. But I Am Not Free

You say you were to be wedded

To a beautiful girl in Spain

In a place where you dream about

For a different women unknown

I cry, cry and cry. Praying

for that one day you recognise

you remember, you understand

Its me. I am the one who loves you.

I am the one who thinks about you endlessly.

When I hate you, I cry.

When I love you, I smile.

When I kiss you, its endless.

When I think rationally, its insane.

I'm on fire in my own mind.

Everything's in order

I'm trapped

You say to me its free

I can't.

I can understand you perfectly fine,

When you discuss matters that Ialready know,

That I've already learnt. I still listen.

I'm not crazy. But I'm not free.

I try to get it on for you,

Try to make you see,

That I am the only girl for thee

But you can see

You must know

But you choose to ignore,

choose to laugh, choose to dismiss

It burns me. Pain.

I'm Not Bloody Crazy. But I Am Not Free.


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