She only writes notes to boys she doesn’t know
A sort of pretend bravery
She only has confidence in conversation
A façade of self-assurance
She knows it doesn’t work like in the movies
A sad reality
She knows it’s impossible for him to care
She still clings to a pathetic hope
A misplaced dream
She still looks for a sign that he might care
A sign that’s never there
A sort of pretend bravery
She only has confidence in conversation
A façade of self-assurance
She knows it doesn’t work like in the movies
A sad reality
She knows it’s impossible for him to care
She still clings to a pathetic hope
A misplaced dream
She still looks for a sign that he might care
A sign that’s never there
Author notes
I am aware that this sucks. Keep in mind it was not written with any intentional rhyme or meter. The reason there are only three lines in the second stanza is I can't think of the fourth, any ideas? I watched Amelie tonight, which made me contemplate my self. This was going to be in first person but I sort of like the sound of third.
Written February 27th, 2005
What did you think
Comments
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This is a deep poem which I liked a lot
Interesting character you have created, keep writing because this was very deep
All the best,
Pozo
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hmmmmm, well i think its ok. ?? lol great work , great effort.
Goodluck, Valk. -
Woo to my super emo background. I like to mock myself before anyone else can, this time I deserve it.

