albot george

Not Time Yet Is It? - Poem by albot george

Yes it does hurt
What are the options! !
Pain and no pleasure,
Or pane and pleasure

But if it was easy to choose
We wouldn’t be where we are now
It ether elation or depression
But surely that must mean its true love
And without all of the emotions
Would we have ever understood
How we feel or how we are supposed
To feel
Because like today it only took one word
For me to feel empty of all emotions
And bitter, but as soon as I had told you
What was wrong and kiss you it didn’t make it
Better straight away, but it made me understand things
But I don’t think! I will ever be able to choose
Witch pane or pain I need
All I can tell you is that the pain I would feel if you weren’t in my life
Is far more than the pane I feel with you in it

And it would be too hard to forget someone
Who has gave me so much love to remember
If there wasn’t any pain, would there be any meaning

I do acutely think we have taught each other how to love
But I don’t think we have a clue how to stop
Even if we wanted to

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013

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