The Wrong Bloke Poem by Practicing Poetess

The Wrong Bloke

Rating: 4.5

I would have lost myself, it's true
And been most miserable and blue
If I had tried to stay with you

You want something that I can't give
And I refuse that way to live
To sift myself as through a sieve

I cannot be someone I'm not
I'm not someone who can be bought
You're not the person that I thought.

Can't change the essence of my soul
And I felt stifled, truth be told
When you'd force me into your mold.

You really charmed me from the start,
But you will never own my heart
I think it's best that we both part.

I want myself, my freedom back
Although a partner I will lack
At least, my soul will be intact.

Friday, September 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: break up,control,wrong vs. right
To thine own self be true.
As much as we may desire something to work, some things just were never meant to be. It's like trying to mix oil and water. It just ain't gonna happen!
Rebecca Navarre 08 September 2017

Very Powerful! ! ! ! ! Excellent Poem! ! ! ! ! With Much Wisdom Shown! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Practicing Poetess 08 September 2017

Rebecca is on a roll, reading and rating! :) You are one of my most loyal fans, and definitely one of the sweetest & most sensitive! It's better to be alone than to end up with the wrong person. At least, alone, you have your peace.

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Paul Brookes 08 September 2017

Indeed no one should sell their soul sometimes what you see is not what you get so tou did what you thought best and cut your losses well written ejoyed thanks

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Practicing Poetess 08 September 2017

Thank ou so much, Paul! Warmest regards.

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Barry Middleton 08 September 2017

Meds give me insomnia. I slept a few hours.

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Barry Middleton 08 September 2017

Good one. Spot on............................

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Practicing Poetess 08 September 2017

Good Morning, Barry! Did you sleep at all last night? When my fiance' died, the grief was so strong, I was afraid to go to sleep, because I was afraid I'd die and not wake up. I learnt later that's a common feeling. The hurricane has changed course. I re-iterate, please be safe! Not sure what got into me, to cause me to write this last poem. Usually I tend more towards love poems. Some relationships, hoever, are more like control, being violated, or being encroached on!

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