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Post by Nymiane on Aug 30, 2004 15:47:19 GMT -4
Phew, all these poems are quite old. Don't really like them, but they hold a lot of meaning. This is another poem, about the same friend.
Hiding a secret, Trying to save you and I the pain. Fighting the urge to tell you, Struggling to keep myself sane.
How am I suppose to tell you, Just how I really feel.. I thought you always told me, One should never steal.
This is why I'm left here wondering, Wondering why you stole my heart, And why this is tearing it apart.
So as I stand before you now, I speak these words so true. Take my heart, My soul, Let me be your love, Let me make your life whole.
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Post by jstewart on Oct 10, 2004 8:37:16 GMT -4
Nymiane,
Well done, again! The first two stanzas remind me of my situation, wanting to tell someone something, however, not being able to because they won't like it.
An admirable piece of writing,
-J. Stewart
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