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In everything, there is tears no sorrow is untold but my fears are less simple as the plot unfolds: the clock ticks the watch slips of the cocked wrist pointed heavy, the pun load and lock this spotless bullet of words she revealed to me even more the absurd they appealed to me even more than the hurt that i wrote with the pen my heart was soaked in a load of pretend when i wrote i devoted the pen when i spoke i denoted the when where and how, but was slow to defend my own actions- know the intent to preserve her own dignity know she's a friend ---*or even better yet, was*--- and if only hearts were that simple and mine were unbound i was waiting for a "thank you" but didn't hear a sound if only hearts were that simple so i took the blame made myself look bad so she wouldn't look the same..... |
Ah AE i like it. you can see the speaker wearing his heart on his sleeve but trying to just nod goodbye to her as she gives him "lets be freinds" speech and breaks his heart. your rhyming was nice as usual. in some places it felt a little drawn out but it was very enjoyable to read. (thanks for you kind words on my little poem Backing Up, I like being called a genious) thank you for the great write! Ash | Posted on 2009-12-12 00:00:00 | by SincerWritinAsh | [ Reply to This ] | |