I stare at her with the uttermost compasion,
as she stares back at me with the deadliest fashion,
I breathe one more day to see her face,
and nevertheless she lives another day to see disgrace,
I have etched her name into my heart forever,
Only to be scorned by her, and my heart severed,
I wait for her, she knows my fate she is weaving,
everday she doesnt come, everday I am not leaving,
I love her, and I will let her write my fate,
even if while she is scripting it,
it is without love,
and with hate....
Author notes
Written October 21st, 2006
A contest entry
- Tell me you love him/her, Tell me you hate him/her by otepsaint.
300 points, ended October 26, 2006, 12 entries
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"with the deadliest fashion"
Most deadliest isn't proper grammar.
"breathe" not, breath.
"scorned by" not, at by.
Just some minor grammer mistakes.
I really love the feeling behind this poem though.
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Beautiful, absalutly beautiful, but where is the alie is the best in your comment? lol oh well. no one did but one person, great job, good luck
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