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Guys and gurls
I wrote this back in the day when I went thou hard times, I like this poem alot and wanted to share.
I sware I hear your voice sounding out my name, a solem sight of you still remains in our picture frame. Laying alone at nite to the big impression where you slept, the walls that heard our secreats will always stay kept. Your closet space is empty now,but my heart still aching full remembering your sweet touch that was never predictable. The roses in the vase you put by the door, pettles wilts and crumble showen on the floor. Even though you left me I will still know how to go on, because there fore in my home you truly didnt belong. *finger snaps* ooh yea |
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To be honest it sounds like either, some pretty words that you strung together without any meaning. In which case I would say you've wasted your time here. OR You had something comfortable and dare I say wonderful, and after careful consideration you've decided that the pleasure isn't worth the pain. In other words, no matter how wonderful something may feel one day, it could all change in the blink of an eye. It could end up a victory or a defeat, just like the glass is half empty or half full. How do you look at it?
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i really liked this poem kimmay very good rhythym and the imagery is well done as well. :)kudos bella! |
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thanks guys! lol keep in mind flip I wrote that when I was in gr 8! lol I didnt really know too much at what I was writeing! I just kinda had a thought..paper and a pen and went with it! I like how it kinda rymes togeather. thanks jungle queen and goddessa you guys are dolls! *MUH*
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Or you can always picture me soaping myself up in the shower, while the suds are glisening of my perfectly formed buttocks. Now that's imagery! |