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Dec 01
2008
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The TruthPosted by Clear Cloud in poetry poems |
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I wrote this poem on 1st October 08.
We all weave our own stories
Of what the Truth is
Even when we were both there
Starring in the play entitled
Our Marriage
It was good for a while
We agree on that bit
Then it went terribly wrong
With the benefit of hindsight
We agree on that bit too
Where we differ
Cannot find common ground
Is at exactly what point
In the script
Did it all start to unravel
So that the end was inevitable
A ticking timebomb
Leaving only the shrapnels
Of a Once Happy Marriage
And Closeknit Family
Family and Friends cannot believe it
You call me Mad
Unhinched
Gone off the rails
Positively dangerous
I need Help
All your mates say so too
Even those who were supposed to be mine too
That you were a Saint to have put up with me
All these years
Those are the bits
We agree to disagree
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aphrodite42
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| December 01, 2008 | ||
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you went on stage with the same script, but he edited his along the way. what counts is that deep down you know u stayed true to your script. if your character cannot go on with his, write him out of the play and write yourself the part you really want to play | |
Bloke123
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| December 01, 2008 | ||
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Aphrodite is right. We are human, not robots - the perfect human does not exist. As time goes by life gets tough, goes through phases of happiness, boredom, joy, pain, excitement, prosperity, etc etc. 2 people sign up to a lifetime of commitment. You take the rough with the smooth - and the rough is the best bit - the bit that tells you how strong you are - individually and as a couple. I recognised that - my wife didn't. It's not your fault - it's not your fault. It takes 2 to argue - that's even and your both happiy imperfect - it takes one to betray - or walk out - that's cowardice. Keep happy and know the best bits are yours and the worst bits their's - and the future is yours. |
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