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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447255" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burned Up, Burned Out, I've Let It Go</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not what it means to be loved<br>But only to love in vain<br>I have not held the gentle grace of your words<br>Or tasted the fiery bloom of regard<br>You cast me into a cold prison of oppression<br>Offering only scrapes of charity, lukewarm sentiments<br>Mere lip service to fuel my heart when passion starts to wane<br>You are a cold and calculating master<br>The proverbial 'wolf in sheep's clothing'<br>Hiding your confessions deep in the recesses of my shame<br>You baited me with greedy hooks, tripped the snare<br>And I, fell victim to your frivolity<br>I believed myself strong enough…and you, man enough<br>To ride the insatiable waves of my desires<br>Still leaving fruit for tomorrow's gathering <br>But you could not give, the same passion that you received<br>Nor hold in reserve seeds for tomorrow<br>Instead you burned, and burned, and burned the candle<br>Flaming both ends, with a rampant wickedness until there was none…<br>I look upon the ashes with heavy heart<br>For I cannot bring back what has been used up and discarded in indifference<br>I cannot look into the light of tomorrow and see the same man<br>And though I love, it is with a heart as cold and lifeless as your own<br>I have long buried the passion that once flamed my nights<br>Commanded my days and held me breathless to your call<br>I cannot love you, the true…bread and bone of you <br>My love is a dream, a knight in shining armor wearing an image of your smile<br>A mere vision that disappears each morn with the breaking of dawn<br>I have sang your praises, nurtured the dream decades long<br>But, I will lay no more beneath the cold stone of apathy<br>You are not worthy of this passion, this fire, or this undying love<br>My longing for you is but ashes, soot, soil beneath my feet<br>And I desire you no more…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Leria+Hawkins">Leria Hawkins</a><div class=q>
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But only to love in vain
I have not held the gentle grace of your words
Or tasted the fiery bloom of regard
You cast me into a cold prison of oppression
Offering only scrapes of charity, lukewarm sentiments
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