Thoughts from beyond the door-My Story

Thoughts from beyond the door-My Story

A Poem by Ellusive Rose
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I tell my side of the story.

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Wondering

Pondering

Sitting all alone

Waiting for you

To come through that door

 

When will you return

My many phone calls

Or come say hello

Through that hole in the wall

 

Have I done something

Have I done you wrong

Do you know what goes through my head

All night long

 

All the time I wonder

And cry

Hoping that we still see

Eye to eye

 

Maybe you gave up

On talking to me

Or perhaps you're just done

With me all together

 

Yet still I wait for you

To come through that door

And I will still wait

Till I can wait no more

 

Thoughts from beyond the door

My Story

© 2009 Ellusive Rose


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Ellusive Rose
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I love the rhyme scheme- so symplistic, but effective! A lonely, wandering, soul-searching poem, with a fantastic flow, like the trail of one's thought. Could almost be a song, its very lyrical!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Love it. Love the story-very sad, makes me wonder why the other person is ignoring you.

A couple of small mistakes, "Sittin" should be "Sitting", "Did you wrong" should be "Done you wrong", "Times" should be "Time", "Trough" should be "Through". Maybe you should get someone to proofread your stuff before you put it up here? I could do that, if you want? But anyway, very minor stuff. Very minor. I still loved it. Off to read the other side now!

Soul Writer

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Ellusive Rose
Ellusive Rose

Valley Stream, NY



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Hi, i am a 16 year old girl who loves to write and draw more than anything. Im just starting out with writng stories, so please don't be hard on me okay? That doesn't mean leave out important deta.. more..

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