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Best Poems From
JAMES T. ADAIR
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Angel, Please Don't Go
You say, he took your heart away
Took all your love, and thew it away
You say you gave him all your love
in the most special way
and he played you and tossed your love away
Some men, don't know what they've got
They tell a girl lies until they reach the spot
then they say of love...Sorry, I forgot
and they leave you broken hearted, all your love for naught
They never loved you, just put you on the spot
You're a sweet little Angel, girl I see it's true
You were innocent and full of love inside of you
And it hurts me to see your heart broken in two
Becasue I used to have a heart like you
I know what you're you're going through
Let me tell you little darling
Life can be so cruel
can kick you to the curb
break you down and make you feel like a fool
But don't say you've given up on love, you're still a precious jewel
There aren't too many girls like you, you know
with hearts pure and souls white as snow
If I had a woman like you I'd never hurt you or let you go
I'd nurture our love and let it blossom and grow
Your smile would return, I know it would show
I used to dream of a girl just like you
Dream I'd meet a sweet angel to see me through
But they all turned out to be untrue
Lately I've been feeling lost, not knowing what to do
until I saw you crying and stopped to comfort you
Now I feel so insecure
Knowing I'm in the presence of someone honest and pure
And all you can remind is the part in me that's kind
Your spirit I have searched for but could never find
Angel, please don't go. Don't leave me behind
© James T. Adair
JAMES T. ADAIR
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Another Sad Story...Another Broken Heart
She once cared so much
If I am to belive the words she wrote
But she only cared while it suited her
And when I began to care
I felt compassion for her
And I treated her the only way I could
with honesty
But honesty was too harsh
She thought I was not on her side
She miscalculated again
A hair-trigger defense mechanism
I felt her hurt
But I despised it
Because all about her was false
except for the self loathing....that was honest
and honest too was this:
Her act of caring
but her inability to care for anyone
But herself
In parting I felt her private hell
I cared deeply
but it did no good in the end
and the futility of it was something I was not prepared for
She was not the one for me
and that rendered me meaningless and useless
But I loved her anyway
And that's the part that hurt
That she had no idea that it meant anything
She walled herself off in a little room
and closed the cover on herself
locked in a sad story
that nobody is allowed to know of
but the page that was me
was thrown into the fire
as if I never existed
I was trying to let her know
The stories always end the same
The End!
JAMES T. ADAIR
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At The End Of The Rainbow
Some laugh and say
Internet romance isn't real
I say OK
But inside, my heart knows
everything that it does feel
After years of separate longing
after years of self-made prisons
and of sorrow
I dream of only love and tomorrow
For it, I'd resort to beg and borrow
So many good woman I have met outside the frey
I feel their heart's emotions on display
and to my wonder and dismay
I find many feel just the same way
For them I lend my heart and pray
Friends, I never had any
Now, suddenly I have made many
I take each one into my heart
and give each one a part
I fall a little for each; it's that way from the start
Some take me in like a stray
some shut their doors and say 'go away'
But a precious few humor me and let me stay
and we share in our own way
I try to brighten up their cloudy day
But my heart has many times been broken
most deep injuries remain unspoken
My care is just a small token
from a shy man, not one outspoken
If I seem bold sometimes, I'm only Jokin'
Some ask if I fall in love every day
I say, 'sorry if it seems that way'
'I'm a dreamer' I'll say, to their dismay
with an empty lonely heart made of clay
My only dream: Love....come what may!
But there is a deep wound I am nursing
Of one love unrequited and traversing
I broke my own heart dreaming and rehearsing
For a single girl who touched my heart when no one could
For just a moment, and then in doubt reversing
I try to but I can't move on
I haven't accepted that love has come and gone
That darkness could so quickly follow my only dawn
And with this sense of love foregone
I feel so humbled, hurt and withdrawn
If not for friends who share and care
I'd lose my hopes, if they were really ever any there
but good hearts serve as my reminder
that love is so precious and we should all be kinder
so I try to treat others with care, until I find her
Since then, many have touched my heart
It's open now, splayed open and apart
It's not caring that is so hard...
It's heartbreak that is the hardest part
Still, the brave risk caring from the start
Where this ends I do not know
I hope in time my true fate will show
I sense there is somewhere I need to go
and hope there is love there
at the end of the rainbow
JAMES T. ADAIR
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Flowers Of Spring
May love shower upon you
Like the thundering rain of springtime
May it cleanse your soul
and mend your weary heart
and leave you thunderstuck
May love rain upon you
and may your flowers of Spring blossom, eternally
JAMES T. ADAIR
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