I have felt it at last,
I know its bittersweet touch.
I grasp it
but yet it slips like sand beneath the ocean.
He is my heart,
I can feel it's pulse when he is near,
the spirit in my gut.
Though I fear he loves memory over me,
a spirit that has long since faded away,
he loves her,
not me.
I cannot say I do not feel the disappointment
but who can be completely sad
when love like this has come.
I love him
yet, when he sees me
all he can feel is the ghost of her.
How can I make him feel me
the way he felt for her.
How can I wish for love
from someone who has gave up so much.
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Lol. Don't tell him I wrote him a poem. I like him, maybe not love, but feeling, which is better than nothing. He is still young but I will wait.
Written October 21st, 2006
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Thanks for reading my pome. lol I am in school and haven't been caught here., but will. I will change my font asap. Thanks for telling me. ttyl.
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Oh my Jess likes someone! YAY! I think the Love bug has managed to get you!
It is really lovely Jess. And I can to relate to a lot of what you said in your poem.
I would change the font colour though, it's not a good match and I selected all to read. Bright blue would be good or pink or anything but red
Keep on writing girl!
Nooni
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