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 Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 1:54 pm
No title~ Never name my poems~
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I love her,
I really do.
But when I'm thinking,
Late at night,
My thoughts drift towards
Girls that aren't her,
And always one,
Always one.
It leaves me feeling like I've sinned,
Feeling so dirty.
I long to tell her,
But I can't.
I don't have the heart
To tell her
About what I think.
I want to ask my parents,
But I can't tell them.
I'm so goddamn confused,
Just so confused.
I watch both of them,
Cheer for both of them,
Cry with both of them.
Someday, I will have to choose,
But for now,
I live,
Confused,
Endlessly,
Endlessly confused.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 2:18 pm
i kinda get what you mean about this.
i think the poem kinda went off in two different directions though... towards the end it seemed like you had just suddenly switched the subject.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 2:31 pm
I like this poem because I am excatly the same way, confused and conflicted. I have to say it felt like there was too different subjects in the poem which is good, probably why I like it so much.
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