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What If I wasn’t a pretender? Would I have been truly yours?

What if I say I had you, but you never had me?

What if you had kept it? Would she have your eyes?

Would you have loved her? Or resented her?

What If I told you that it was my prerogative to hit it and not commit?

Would you have respected me?  Or just called me a misogynist.

What if I told I just needed space to chase all my dreams?

What If I told you ran to save myself?

Does that make me a coward?

What if I had put you before my ego?

What If I hadn’t forgotten to be your friend?

What If I believed in us as much as you believed in me?

What if you didn’t always have to go out and smoke on the balcony?

Would we have talked more? Would I have listened?

What if I had been sober that first night?

What if lust was enough?

What if you were right? And I just came wrong?

What if I didn’t just write my wrongs on this page?

What if I could turn back the hands of time?

Would I do anything differently?

What if I told you I told you I often wonder if you a married now … If you are happy?

What if I told you I know I did damage?

What if I had romanced you instead of the past?

What if I had I stayed? Would I have learned to love you?

What If I had stayed? Would I be happily married instead of broke and unwed?

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Posted by on September 2, 2013 in Uncategorized


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LOL (Love Out Loud)

They lived their Love Out Loud for all to see.
In daily posts on Facebook , he and her.
Hourly they’d broadcast the words of their wooing.
In little saccharine lines of billing and cooing.

So it continued for a year, their passion unwavering.
All their friends getting updates, (controlling their gagging),
And, even though it appeared a tad over the top,
It also appeared deep, like a love that wouldn’t stop.

Then came a day when their friend signed on to mingle,
And the Romeo of this story had changed his status to “single”!
What on earth could have happened to prise these lovers apart,
When every beat of their lives seemed to stem from one heart?

Well, the story goes that the Juliet had an illness of sorts
It had made her unhappy, so goes the report,
And Romeo had put up with it for three weeks or so
Then said she should get over it, or he’d have to go.

What is the moral of this sad little cyber-story?
That love’s so much more than the hype and the glory,
That love hangs around when there’s trouble such as this,
That it’s definitely deeper than: “I love you “…kiss, kiss , kiss

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Posted by on February 21, 2012 in Uncategorized


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