Blinded by love,
I was naive not to realize,
my love was unrequited.
Anger and hatred,
took control...
Hand grasped a chopping knife,
and blood,everywhere...
But why do I mourn,
when it's time for celebration?
Why guilt,not joy?
Why do I miss you,
still loving you...
I can't forget you...
Your smile...your warmth...your touch...
You destroyed my heart,
throwing it away like garbage.
You were unfaithful to me...
Author notes
Option two: write a poem about missing people you shouldn't miss, but who you do miss.
A contest entry
- Options (sort of about love) by Regenhart.
600 points, ended June 27, 2007, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wow, this is amazing I love it
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thanks!
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your welcome
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I LOVE these lines:
"You destroyed my heart,
throwing it away like garbage."
It's so powerfull, and so true
Thank you for entering!
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If only the (metaphorical) heart were as voluntary a muscle as the eyelid, fluttering to close automatically at something incandescent, yet able to be opened at will to see that the light is an approching train!
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