cruel

Now I see, how blind I have been, how wrong was my conduct. I have no one else to blame but myself. How could I think another would better understand me, when he already saw right through me. Why did I choose to hurt him, when all he wished was to bring me happiness. Cruel understanding making me blush when ever I think of him. Never shall I be happy, for I will never have my heart's desire.

Reviews

[Mr. Lou]

This piece is good, though since this is a poem you should try to think more outside the box with wordplay. Try to state how you feel with a little creativity. You must give color to your words.

[Yheela]

But there's tons of colour (and emotion) here ... it's just hidden away, tucked into corsets and hidden behind propriety. ^_^
Thank you for your review, I'll see if I want to rewrite this piece.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

That is another very emotive and powerful poem! It hurts right now as I am at such an ending!!

[Yheela]

Thank you. Ending sucks, at least one like his.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Am I missing a play on words or just poor syntax?

[Yheela]

Syntax I guess.
I meant you being at such an end was sad.
Wrote it on my phone and auto-correct has a will of its own, and if I don't check what I wrote things come out weird.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

I love this, though I am one to think...it is never over till it is over and its not over till my last breath.

[Yheela]

It's inspired by Persuasion (Jane Austen) and that story ends happily.