Hurting Inside to The Last Player Picked
The pain of losing your love
The pain of being the last one picked
Hurting Inside (lyrical poem)
I�m hurting inside because
My love went away
And why didn�t say
Was I in the way
A cruel little play
To tear my heart wide
I�m hurting inside
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I�m hurting inside because
My lover left me
In pain can�t she see
There�s nowhere to flee
From her memory
And no place to hide
I�m hurting inside
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I hurt inside because
I really thought she�d stay
Create a family
And greet another day
That�s how it all should be
A dream was all it was
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I�m hurting inside because
The tears will not stray
From just yesterday
When all went my way
So distant dismay
A different tide
I�m hurting inside
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I hurt inside because
I see eternity
With nothing but decay
Where once was clarity
This image on display
Remains of all that was
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I�m hurting inside because
Here in this debris
This shadow empty
Now cast to its knee
She�s taken the key
The last of my pride
I�m hurting inside
Nothing but pain in this lyrical poem. The pattern of this poem is: V V C, V C V (V= verse, C= chorus). It is hoped that "I�m hurting inside because" got a little tedious. If it was successful, we may have missed this guy's problem and the reason she might have left him (in the last stanza).
This poem was inspired by an evening. One that evening one of our dance buddies comes over unannounced. He was a mess. He and his partner had just broken up. Though they lived together, he and his partner were not married. Arlene and I were in shock. They seemed like such a perfect couple. There was little Arlene and I could do but listen as he described his pain and the shattered dream. Our friend cried himself to sleep on our couch. Arlene caught and shared with me something that she caught from him. The next day she did some investigating. It turned out that what people saw outwardly was just one side of a coin. There was another side no one even suspected. The fact that she left him was part of his pain. The pain, for both people, would subside. He would find someone new within a few months. She found someone new in a little over a year.
The reason relationships end are many This not only holds true for people, but work and life styles and many other things. People change. Things change. If a person or things have problems that is one thing. Even in what one deems a normal relationship, separations happen: like the kids leaving home. The change sparks feelings. Good feelings. Bad feelings. Confused feelings. Feelings that may have nothing to do with the separation. So, what might we do? We only have control over us. Some relationships have to change. Stay aware. Stay in touch. Try to be prepared. Be realistic about ourselves and our surroundings. Sounds like a lot. But we can do a lot. We really are that good. As the world changes, we can change. We can change with it or go off and discover something new. Remember, this is our time. Remember, we are special. There is a relationship. Use this relationship to mold moments and Enjoy.
Let's step into the past: Little Anthony and The Imperials "Hurt So Bad"
What is worse than being picked last
Andrew Bynum is a professional basketball player who is currently a free agent. Bynum has played for the Los Angeles Lakers, Cleveland Cavaliers, and Indiana Pacers of the National Basketball Association (NBA). He was named an All-Star and was selected to the All-NBA team in 2012. In his school days he was considered a nerd, His favorite subject was physics, and he was a member of the chess team.The folks at studio C also have a nerd. In sports it seems nerds are always chosen last.
Maybe this one will be different. "The Last Player Picked"
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