When a Picture Isn't Enough

When a Picture Isn't Enough

A Poem by Tori
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eh back to my stupid childish writing.

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Why did you choose now to be so perfect?
To give me all I've ever dreamed for?
You come into my life when I don't need you,
And now you've left me wanting more.
You say that you're so interested,
But I guess you're just playing with my mind,
Why can't you just leave me where am?
My broken heart will heal with time. 
God only knows I want to see your face,
to meet those eyes I've dreamed so along about,
The way you fill  my heart with lies,
I'm not so sure if I can remain devout.
When I'm in his arms,
I can't help but think of yours,
Why must you kill my senses,
and make me so insecure?
I have no right to love you,
But whoever said I needed it?
Maybe things would be better off,
If I could just not believe it.
Just to hear your voice one day…
is that too much to ask?
To hold you close and not let go,
I think I'm straying from my path.
I'm loving him but needing you,
Pictures just can't give me what I crave,
Perhaps the hand of God,
Will intertwine our lives  someday.
I'm broken down and broken hearted,
But I guess that's just the way it goes,
I'll keep on loving you in silence,
And I'll pray to God you'll never know. 

© 2011 Tori


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I read this yesterday but didnt review it. So now, i have returned! And I agree with this person below me V I liked the last two lines very much. I loved the feel of the whole piece. The... taboo, so to speak, theme of it. Wonderful work!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Loved the last two lines. Loved it all really, but those two really hit that nail square on the head.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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