This paper, old and tattered,
Is written upon from a heart once shattered,
A girl that once mattered
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This pen, black and fading,
Writes of thoughts debating,
Who they think she's hating
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These words, slurring into one,
One mess having too much fun,
She's waiting for it all to be done
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These thoughts, confusing her,
She doesn't know, she's not sure,
Just promise to wake her when you can hear laughter
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This paper,
This pen,
These words,
These thoughts
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Creating a story, longed to be told.
But you musn't keep waiting,
Her patience is growing cold.
Please tell me what you think
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Intense
This poem expresses to me frustration and a desperate need to it. Am I getting the message you are sending? Thanks for sharing,my beautiful niece.
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Yeah you got it, I believe so....
It's more or less what BreathlessSunset said...
I was "looking back" and "looking on".
read her comment from me and you'll understand a little more.
your niece,
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I think I get it. So,basically you are saying you want to change the direction of your life but things from the past are staying with you?
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very personal, yet it seems to be written with a touch of distance, almost like looking back, or looking on? this is a VERY good piece, distinctly memorable, unique style, perfect message!
~tala
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BreathlessSunset
Yes,
I was both looking back and on when I wrote this.
I kept remembering how many times I've let myself wollow in the past ... and how many times "history repeats itself", that I'm here writing about he past, but living in it at the same time.
It's confusing,
but when I was staring at the paper,
It made perfect sence...
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