Sometimes
10 March, 2002
Author: Dizzy
Sometimes I can hear you in the echo of the background
Sometimes I have flashbacks of the pain it felt to be so udderly alone
I miss you, but not just you I miss the thought of you
I miss the smell of your pillowcase and sleeping in your bed
I use to surround myself with the thought of you
I placed you in a circle that went around my heart
I forgot who I was because all I had was you
you lied and and a piece of me died
I changed but not for you not anymore
sometimes I hate the way you make me THINK
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| LinzAy (152.163.188.196) -- Monday, March 17 2003, 07:32 am good writing! |
| Xeracy (204.113.161.185) -- Tuesday, March 18 2003, 03:56 pm :) Nice... I love it! I really love haw you brought smell into the picture. Smell is a hard sense to describe and I think you did it well. They way you wrote this poem it could be applied to almost anyone. You kept it vague, yet painted it perfectly. Keep 'em comming 'cause I know you have more. |
| Boat (68.211.157.122) -- Wednesday, July 9 2003, 05:17 pm Good Job Dizzy :o) |
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