It was messing with my mind,
Like a blessing in disguise.
Couldn't forget those words,
Haunting me like a curse,
But I retained my thirst.
It was evil it was nice,
Like when people roll the dice.
My heart was on the line
As my gamble this time-
Are you my valentine?
I was needing to hug you,
You were singing I love you.
You took away my breath,
With those three words you said-
Were you the one I'd wed?
You are worthy of my art,
Are you burning in my heart?
Sitting here once again,
Pocket full of ink pens,
You have my attention.
It was messing with my mind,
Like a blessing in disguise.
Couldn't forget those words,
Haunting me like a curse,
I know I will be hers.
Please tell me what you think
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on the fence.
i love the tie between the first stanze and the last.
but the rest of it was...so beneath your talent, Matt!
i'm surprised.
seems like something a drunk white guy would wrap after he meets a hot chick at a party.
sigh...i expect more from you, because i know you have it. -
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ohh!!!
I love that you don't like this one that much...
I really thought it could have been better.
The meaning is really deep but it doesn't reflect in the poem as much as I'd have liked it too.
It's verses were symplified and I focused too much on keeping rhythm that I lost the ooh and awe effect that could be obtained in most of the poetry I write.
I've missed you so much, and hope you are doing good...
I'm probably moving to Dallas in a couple months...
I like it here in houston, but I don't really know anyone, so it's pretty boring.
I know Dallas will be better because I finally will be with my girlfriend... the wait has been nearly unbearable, but I guess I still force myself to breath, so it could be worse.
I'm glad to hear from you, and can't wait to talk to ya!
I hope we stay in contact, and remain friends forever.
You give me hope when hope is lost, and inspire when my ink spills uncontrolled.
Thanks for being you,
Peace and Love,
Matt
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Beautiful write. Lots of emotion in this piece and love can mess with a person's mind sometimes. And, I hate it when it happens because I feel all confused and usually can't recognize it right away because it happens so rarely for me. Anyway, good write. Keep writing.
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