All your kisses turned to spit in my face-
and now I hate the way they all ways
made me feel.
The passion at the onset
matches the passion at the end-
Yet they are reciprocals of
one another-
Why?
All your love turned to hate in my heart-
and I feel like the beginning of the end-
it is both your fault and mine-
but the small part of me
blames you-
it's easier. . .
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Written May 3rd, 2005
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you have a very interesting form. i enjoy the emotion in this poem! very angry,yet sad. wonderful job
~Alex -
You really reeled me in with the first line; it's really wonderful. The fact that affection did not rot until it touched the speaker's face is fascinating; it implies that before the kisses were given they were warranted, desired; and after, repulsed. There's something nagging me about the rest, but I'm sorry, I can't just put my finger on it; however, overall, great job.
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this is indeed a very interseting write that seems to have been written from within the flow was storng and the emotions strong good job
love and light
blaze -
hmmm...very interesting. and i must say, you have quite the catching title here. i like the way you wrote this. it seems very honest.
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Love it.Love it.
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