true love is a joke.
Ha I bet you heard this one before.
No you haven't this is my story.
blue spacious memories that flood through my head.
Touching, being touched.
Holding, being held.
Loving, being decieved.
She's younger than me.
I know not as mature,
I'm lying she plays me like a violin.
I long for her voice,
It soothes me like warm milk.
The way she looks at me,
makes the word heart throbbing a reality.
I shake like a fiend,
And I have this disease.
See she left me standing,
In a lonely hotel room.
Sitting and waitng for an actual reason.
We rushed it, I know it.
But she said it was okay.
And the world turned round.
Time really doesn't stop,
When your heart does.
She attacked my soul.
Said I wasn't her type anymore.
Said she had moved on to bigger things.
But who could be bigger than a marine?
I changed for her,
I did things for her I've never done for anyone else in life.
But it means nothing.
She's gone I'm still here,
Sitting in this lonely hotel room.
hoping she will come back.
I'm not a bad guy.
I just wish.....
A contest entry
- Break My Heart by Theactoffailing.
375 points, ended September 14, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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Aww... true love isn't a joke, but all the things leading up to it can sure be good lessons and training for the real thing. I believe in lessons to learn how to love, part of God's work in the meaning of life.
Your poem is a super write, one of longing and sadness, but I promise you, there's the right one waiting around the corner. We never know which corner, just that it's coming. Have you heard the old song about it being hard to belong to someone else when the right one comes along? ... a country song, of course, but it's right on. So take heart, it'll be fine in the long run
Listen to your mother
Love and
Mom
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I'm amazed. This was great! you had speling and grammatical errors everywhere, no proofreading, and yet somehow you created an incredibly realistic poem. I LOVE you self-contradictions in your lines. Thi was a good poem. Really good.
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