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Does She Think of Me?
I wonder does she think of me,
Does she ever ask herself what became of me?
Is there never a time when I cross her mind?
When I've put forth my heart with love so totally blind
I cannot shake her face from in front of all before my eyes
I‟d sell my soul to replace the dire truth with the clarity of lies
Does she recall when I was less a fool pretending to be a friend
While my heart lied to hide the feelings it constantly bled?
Now I am alone, more alone than I had ever known
anyone could ever be, could ever feel completely un-free
I'm sitting here in silence wondering, does she think of me?
Does she ever ask herself what became of me?
Is there never a time when I cross her mind?
When I've put forth my heart with love so totally blind
I cannot shake her face from in front of all before my eyes
I‟d sell my soul to replace the dire truth with the clarity of lies
Does she recall when I was less a fool pretending to be a friend
While my heart lied to hide the feelings it constantly bled?
Now I am alone, more alone than I had ever known
anyone could ever be, could ever feel completely un-free
I'm sitting here in silence wondering, does she think of me?
Published 1st Sep 2011
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1st Sep 2011 9:43pm
I really like how you captured so much emotion into so few words.
I am particularly inspired and in admiration of this line: "I‟d sell my soul to replace the dire truth with the clarity of lies"
Beautifully done!
I am particularly inspired and in admiration of this line: "I‟d sell my soul to replace the dire truth with the clarity of lies"
Beautifully done!
2nd Sep 2011 1:41am
Thank you for this generous comment. I always say that when you write from the heart it will speak a truth that transcends the minds ability to understand without a heart to filter it through first. This was a very deeply felt poem and an odd thing happened later that day which inspired the other poem I posted today, "I Saw Your Smile Today" which was about her. I often have wondered if my feelings being so strong that day somehow altered the universal fabric to bring us together. My desire to see her was so powerful that after I wrote this poem I was drawn to the mall, and there she was, on the other side of the glass standing with some friends. Her back was turned to me but I guess the expression on my face said something to her friends who pointed at me and she turned around and smiled. I smiled and waved back but was so consumed in emotion I couldn't go to speak to her. And like everything else, it seems like a lifetime ago. jj
2nd Sep 2011 1:25am
2nd Sep 2011 1:43am
The differences between men and women are not in the heart. It's the mind that thinks it knows more than the heart that messes everything up.
Thanks!
Thanks!
2nd Sep 2011 1:47am
Nothing makes me more happy than a piece that is raw and full of emotion.
Short but powerful.
Short but powerful.
8th Sep 2011 1:21pm
8th Sep 2011 6:36am
I think I've been on both ends of this spectrum. I constantly wonder, does she ever think of me? Did she think of me when she had sex with that boy she met that night at that party? I love the way you described how it felt with "While my heart lied to hide the feelings it constantly bled?" I love this.
8th Sep 2011 1:30pm
Thank you so much for your kind words. It does seem to have connected with a few people on a deeply personal level and I am glad for that. That we can all look from different perspectives and feel the same way is uniquely human. Pain sinks to a common depth we can all drowned in together.
