Another poem from my ex-girlfriend. I don't know why I keep posting her poems she made for me......but I think poetry should be shared. It also helps to prove my point that women are fickle and cruel creatures.
Hearts have thoughts
Longing to sing them out
Yet words cannot say what a heart talks about
Souls have secrets
Trapped 'neath unshed tears
Yet mouths do not speak for unreasonable fears
Minds have knowledge
A body doesn't tell
Conforming naturally to society's spell
I have you
You have me
Fighting amongst trying to see
A face but a mask
A physical lie
Just another boundary between you and I
A heart but a prison
Locking in our dreams
Hopes clawing for escape coming in screams
A body but a deciever
Bringing false wants
Lusts of the flesh constantly haunts
Eyes but a window
Open let me see
Let your soul brighten what the world is to me
Arms but a home
The only one i find
Let your be strong warm and kind
A smile but a witness
A statue of a care
Let your feelings be an artist expecting stare
My love lifts my chin
As to see my eyes
Of which my soul is seen to my demise
My love wipes my tears
From my solemn face
Of which fears are stolen and love fills the space
I don't understand why she walked away. I'm glad, but i don't comprehend the move from here to......nothing, in the matter of a month or two. I think this is the last poem I have of hers.
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I couldn't possibly agree more that women are fickle and cruel creatures. I'd also like to throw in vindictive, deceitful, faithless, arogant, and frightened of commitment. I think that covers most of my feelings on the subject. I didn't bother reading the poem, seeing how it isn't yours. I just read the quote at the beggining and felt the need to say something. I also felt the need to right a REALLY long review. So this is my attempt at writing a really long review, all because I'm incredibly bored at one thirty on a friday. I was supposed to go in and see about getting a job today, but the Ralph's manager dude wasn't in today....again. Its starting to get really ridiculous. So far i've earned six points writing this. its a good thing they dont check the reviews, cuz i'd be out six points! and thats pretty good for a guy at one hundred and seven points. that brings me up to one hundred and thirteen. OH, one hundred fourteen. this is kinda fun. i wonder how far into this you'll get before you realize its complete bullshit. probably about this far. or this far. who knows. I certainly dont. eight points. so your at school right now, boring yourself with getting learnt while i sit around and rot my brain with poetry and star wars battlefront. its quite an interestingly boring life i lead. nine points. If your still reading this, you've got NO LIFE!!!!! so of course your still reading it. OOPS, i just insulted you....oh well, adds to the fun. well, i think ima stop pretty soon. Im starting to lose interest. ten points. thats my short attention span for you. Well, if you've gotten this far, CONGRATU-F****N-LATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk to you later bro. Peace out to my brother from another mother. eleven points. ttyl.
I couldn't possibly agree more that women are fickle and cruel creatures. I'd also like to throw in vindictive, deceitful, faithless, arogant, and frightened of commitment. I think that covers most of my feelings on the subject. I didn't bother reading the poem, seeing how it isn't yours. I just read the quote at the beggining and felt the need to say something. I also felt the need to right a REALLY long review. So this is my attempt at writing a really long review, all because I'm incredibly bored at one thirty on a friday. I was supposed to go in and see about getting a job today, but the Ralph's manager dude wasn't in today....again. Its starting to get really ridiculous. So far i've earned six points writing this. its a good thing they dont check the reviews, cuz i'd be out six points! and thats pretty good for a guy at one hundred and seven points. that brings me up to one hundred and thirteen. OH, one hundred fourteen. this is kinda fun. i wonder how far into this you'll get before you realize its complete bullshit. probably about this far. or this far. who knows. I certainly dont. eight points. so your at school right now, boring yourself with getting learnt while i sit around and rot my brain with poetry and star wars battlefront. its quite an interestingly boring life i lead. nine points. If your still reading this, you've got NO LIFE!!!!! so of course your still reading it. OOPS, i just insulted you....oh well, adds to the fun. well, i think ima stop pretty soon. Im starting to lose interest. ten points. thats my short attention span for you. Well, if you've gotten this far, CONGRATU-F****N-LATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk to you later bro. Peace out to my brother from another mother. eleven points. ttyl.
Ah, it is the fault of science
that it wants to explain all;
and if it explains not,
then it says there is
nothing to explain. -Bram Stoker
There is but one freedom, to put
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