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| This poem is quite personal because this time it concerned my feelings about my family('birth' family, not 'married' one). This was back in 1999 and the situation has changed since then. Read on! |
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| Misunderstood I feel betrayed Am I that unsignificant, To their lives Am I unimportant. In understanding me They've nothing to lose, In trusting me They'd giveme a boost. But faith in me theymust have not, In my feelings They believe anything but. I feel so alone Lost and lonely, Surrounded by people I call 'family'. I wish he were here My husband, my friend, He believes in me He would understand. They think I'm young And so immature, Making me feel So hurt and obscure. If I can't count on them To believe and support me, I'll always have my man Who loves me deeply. But he isn't here He's not close at hand, He's not around By me to stand. I hear his voice Only through the phone, I feel his love By his voice and tone. With his words he consoles With his voice he comforts, While talking to him I get good feelings of all sorts! I wish he were here We'd get through this together, He makes hard times tolerable ANd good times sweeter. Francesca Y. Niegas June 3 1999 |
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| I Miss You I miss your touch I miss your kiss I miss your embrace I miss you. I miss your sweetness I miss your caring ways I miss your caress I miss you. I miss our friendship I miss the romance I miss our teasings I miss you. I miss your being understanding I miss your sweet possessiveness I miss you. I miss your tender demands I miss your charming ways I miss you. I miss your company I miss your cosiness I miss your presence I miss you. Francesca Y. Niegas June 5 1999 |
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