Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A kept passion with a want to do better,
With a feeling too strong to avoid...
Is far more satisfying,
Than living a life without having passion.
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You can not accused me,
Of being sensitive, distant and indifferent.
When you have been,
Deceiving, dishonest...
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Losing patience, time...
AND money too?
Can be...
Well,
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If it's,
What it is...
Why do the people mention,
Their wishes with conditions.
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The hardest thing people are finding,
Almost impossible for them to face today...
Is a truth they can not manipulate,
Or take the credit for its creation.
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You keep on stinging,
With your tongue done.
Stinging with your tongue.
And just to sting me...
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I am not going to understand,
What it is you don't.
Or conveniently wont.
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I want to share with you.
Not compete.
Was it my giving of unconditional love,
A sign to leave you believing...
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What does the future hold,
For those already entertained...
By a nakedness,
That has dismissed imagination!
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There's not a single day,
One gets up to face the dawn...
Without some challenges.
And from noon with frowns to adorn,
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