Reading your poetry is like reading cryptic code sometimes. I'll read it and wonder if this beautiful soliloquy was meant for me. Your last submission for my eyes made my heart palpitate just for a moment. The almost enjoyment of your words came to a crashing HALT with your last line. A little bit angry it made me. Your beautiful love letter wasn't to me. Can you tell me why you torture me this way? What did I do that was so bad that you have to pen such beautiful words and make my eyes observe them, just to experience the disappointment of words not intended for me. This one was REALLY pretty. I really wanted this one to be mine, and just for me. I looked at your words in my inbox and then walked away. If you're trying to kill me off, don't worry you're succeeding. I wanted this one to be mine, this one was supposed to be for me. Oh well, when it comes to you... You were an unachievable dream. Thank goodness I stopped sleeping.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Poetry
Reading your poetry is like reading cryptic code sometimes. I'll read it and wonder if this beautiful soliloquy was meant for me. Your last submission for my eyes made my heart palpitate just for a moment. The almost enjoyment of your words came to a crashing HALT with your last line. A little bit angry it made me. Your beautiful love letter wasn't to me. Can you tell me why you torture me this way? What did I do that was so bad that you have to pen such beautiful words and make my eyes observe them, just to experience the disappointment of words not intended for me. This one was REALLY pretty. I really wanted this one to be mine, and just for me. I looked at your words in my inbox and then walked away. If you're trying to kill me off, don't worry you're succeeding. I wanted this one to be mine, this one was supposed to be for me. Oh well, when it comes to you... You were an unachievable dream. Thank goodness I stopped sleeping.
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