My head is a little loopy.

My head is a little loopy.

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

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Why? What is the point in

liking me as you say you do?

I am nothing all that special.

Nothing worth destroying your

life over.

 

But... then why am I smiling like

this? Why am I blushing.. and why

did I know from the start of

tonight? I am running a thin line

here. I am working up the nerve to

be by myself, and you tumble your

way in here.

And why I am not just shooting

you down....

 

This is so confusing. But I have

to admit.. it is nice to have some

[one]thing to think about as I fall

asleep.

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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Yeah... love is like that...NICE!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


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This is a good poem, but (I haven't been reeding your works long enough to be sure) I think this definitely isn't one of your best. There's just the feeling that something is said - though this something isn't even close to "all is clear, I'm opened up and letting it all go".
I felt the tragic awareness of these ambiguous feelings, but no sign of recollection, that could prove these reflections. Maybe it needs to be added with more colors that show the loopiness ;)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on August 13, 2008

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Rachel DeHart
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