Guest Jess Posted May 9, 2002 Report Posted May 9, 2002 The fires of hell are burning; You tried to make me see. It hurt so much, To hear it from your lips; To hear the insanity and pain. I couldn't understand. I wanted to take it all away. Now you're gone; I don't have to listen. I don't have to hear you say, That hells fires burn black. I don't have to see, That look in your eyes, And worry that you're slipping away. I don't have to beg you, To show that you love me. It doesn't hurt when you say no. I can't see, That you don't want me, And it no longer galls, When you look away. Now you're gone, And the only thing I can think, Is how much I miss you, How much I love you, How much I want you back.
Gyrfalcon Posted May 9, 2002 Report Posted May 9, 2002 *Gyrfalcon applauds* No, I've not forgotten about ye. =) I'm glad to see you back and posting such excellent poetry!
Guest Xradion Posted May 9, 2002 Report Posted May 9, 2002 The "your" in line 14 should read "you're." (Sorry, I feel like being a picky, anal-retentive bastard tonight for some strange reason ). Edit this post, and you will make me look like an even greater fool for having said this. Good poem, though. I enjoyed it. *An enduring flame sits atop a spent candle, the wick having long since burned out, and the wax having melted away.* Xradion, The Horny Druid, Scholar of the Ancient Arts, Holder of the Eye of Odin. "The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream." -Wallace Stevens "When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion
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