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     Hot4teacher1975 First Time Poster Username: Hot4teacher1975 Post Number: 1 Registered: 08-2004 Rating: N/A |
draft two: Where Once We Danced I hate romance And all the pain and bereaving Where once we kissed by chance Now we only kiss when leaving . I hate that you are so pretty. I hate your curly hair. I hate cuddling with you. And knowing that you care. I hate talking about your life with you. I hate it when you sing. I hate going to the movies with you What about the happy Hollywood ending? I hate walking with you. I hate that you have another lover I hate talking to you While lying under the covers I hate traveling the world with you. I hate it when you dance. I hate that you live in New York I wish I had a chance I hate it when you visit me. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you don't visit me. I never want you to see me cry I hate having dinner with you. I hate your stupid fucking cell phone. I hate every moment without you Sitting here all alone I hate that the song has ended And the record is on the shelf Now where once we danced together --------- love to hear any thoughts you might have Thanks. | ||
| Watastar Regular Poster Username: Watastar Post Number: 42 Registered: 07-2004 Rating: N/A |
Wow. That seems like a lot of truthful expression. You name things people do not ever seem to get to put into words, maybe because they make themselves forget before the pain can fully process anyway (though I agree this does not sound logical in the world of understanding cognition).lol Yes, this is nice. My words for the poet (with the heart like candied yams and sweet rutabaga) would be 'never allow yourself less than you deserve'. There is a song by Lauryn Hill and she sings: "What you want might make you cry and what you need might pass you by if you don't catch it"... The poem was so nice/honest. |
