When It's Finally Over.
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Donni-Jay De-Ville
Monday, December 08, 2003
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Sometimes we try to cling on to relationships that are just doing us harm. We must know when enough is enough!
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When it's been so hard to trust,
But still you always's give in;
And believe that you are, truly loved,
He betrays you by showing a side you never knew;
A side that he always kept hid.
You know that this time;
He's gone over the mark.
He's so different, you hadn't a clue.
The things that he's done,
Have proved without doubt;
He was never in love with you.
Being quiet is bad, but secretive is worse;
Not sharing true feelings are a curse.
Mistrust is abound.
There is nothing you can do;
Except just not have him around.
Copyright ©2004 Donni-Jay De-Ville
All rights reserved and may not be
reproduced in any way without permission from the author
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| Reviewed by Amira van Kerk |
6/24/2004 |
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You are absolutely right about this. If it just weren't so painful.
Excellent piece of write. |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Hugh-Pritchard (Reader) |
12/11/2003 |
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| Donni, this says so much about breakups and heartaches, you know i feel with you. Love M |
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| Reviewed by Donni-Jay De-Ville |
12/9/2003 |
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| How long will the pain go on? Soon it will be better than it was, when you can find yourself again! It's so terrible not to be appreciated, no matter what sacrifices one makes, but worse to continue making the sacrifices and the mistakes. When there is no communication there is nothing! One sided love, I would never wish on anybody. Be warned. Get out before it's too late! It won't change no matter what you give up, or do. Goodbye my love. |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) |
12/8/2003 |
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| Well said, a wise write. |
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| Reviewed by Robin Spicer |
12/8/2003 |
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Sometimes we are so blinded by our love that we do not see reality.
I clung for 25 years. Now i am happy.
This is a very well composed piece, full of resignation and sorrow.
Thank you
Robin |
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