'I'm my own worst enemy'
It would be nice one day, if I could pleasantly sway away.
I'd do anything to please her,
A Pleaser
Is all I am, all I could be.
For what's it is worth,
I think I'm happy.There may be tears along with a smile, there may be jeers along denial.
But who cares?
I sure don't.
...
Maybe I do, I'm not so sure.
I do what I'm told, 'its not good to be bold'.
Its better to hide under coversheets and be discreet.
I don't care is she mistreats, as long as she makes my heart, beat.
I love her so much so.
Perhaps it was me to blame?
Love is so much like a flame.
The closer you get the more it burns. Oh, how the world turns...
...
When will I ever learn?
'I'm my own worst enemy, so please Remy.
Let go and grow.'

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Time before Death
PoetryTime. Something that can be lost, but never returned. Poems of people who've lost it all, who yearn for the time lost.