When we talk
its like a movie,
the scene is all about us.
You act interested
express ur opinion
and show your appreciation
towards me.
When we talk
I feel NEEDED.
I can say anything and
you make it seem like
we're living in our own world
of beautiful conversation....
When we talk
you look me straight in the eyes.
I'm forced to have to turn away
because at that moment looking into
your eyes and feeling the emptiness
you feel for me will only make me cry...
A feeling so deep I wonder
If I was honest about my feelings for you
would we still talk the same...?
Would u feel the same or play me like
anther one of your female games.
Right now i dont know
and can't say i truly don't care.
But as long as we're talking
any excess conversation is forgotten
and your words are forever embedded
in my mind.
Because WHEN WE TALK
the world is empty and the
spotlight is on us.
Nothing else matters but
you and me
talking.
A contest entry
- I Need To Cry My Everloving Brains Out!! by Angel With No Halo.
525 points, ended February 16, 2007, 26 entries
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What is your interpretation about this one? It came to me at a time of infatuation... I hope thats shown in my work. THank you!
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sorry
about the typo...haha.. i hate editing... what can i say imperfections make me smile..haha.. but thanks for all the love ... feedback is feedback in my book -
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You have expressed your feelings very well here. It is sad sometimes when the one we love does not love us the same.. or treats us differently than we would like to be treated. I know how that feels. Thank you for entering and good luck hon!!
~Krys~
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Your thoughts and feelings are expressed well throughout this poem. I love the last three lines, I feel it is a perfect closure for this poem.
Line 24...small typo...
Well done!
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Its nice
I feel that the way i delivered this poem I was able to create a girls mind when she's talking to that person she feels she loves and the whole time is looking at them thinking if you only knew how much I loved you. But can't muster up the courage to tell them and in the end will probably lose them because of it. Or get too hurt to every try. I dnno it was written in the 9th grade..haha..
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