whynotsin Posted November 30, 2003 Report Posted November 30, 2003 (edited) I once knew a girl, Raised in the woods. Her words to me sounded like doves. Cooing in my ears. We kissed in darkened rooms. Holding each other in long embrace. Like a fool I broke away. She must have thought I played with her heart. But no, I played with my own. She flew away into strange arms. While I fell into myself, Destroying what was left Brooding and regretting what I had lost. I went out and fell away from it all. Now shadows dance in my face. A lonely specter, A forgotten shadow. A vanished face. Edited December 1, 2003 by whynotsin
Kalypso Posted December 1, 2003 Report Posted December 1, 2003 How sad... If only we realize the truth before we ruin the things that have the potential to be wonderful.
Mira Posted December 1, 2003 Report Posted December 1, 2003 She must have thought I played with her heart. But no, I played with my own. I love these three lines. Love is indeed such a fickle thing.
Vlad Posted December 1, 2003 Report Posted December 1, 2003 I like the concept of what you write about, and have never been able to do it myself. The work seems a bit choppy overall, perhaps reflective of the topic?
whynotsin Posted December 2, 2003 Author Report Posted December 2, 2003 the poem was written in two parts and I hadnt re-read the 1st part when wrote the second. I wanted to see how my mind would work from the bts of the poem I remebered and how it would put it all togther.
Zariah Posted December 4, 2003 Report Posted December 4, 2003 Is this from true experience or just originally made up? 'Tis very heart-breaking....
whynotsin Posted December 4, 2003 Author Report Posted December 4, 2003 Crows have been witness to more then they know.
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