And she said...
It's just to late to fix what [we] have,
And you -destroyed- what we coulda' had.
I can smell [her] purfume on you,
And secretly I *think* I always knew.
And he said...
We can [fix] this,
I love you [both], and your[her] kiss.
She was a mistake,
Everything I felt [[for her]] is fake.
And she cried...
I'm -sorry- hunny but its just to late,
I guess this was just [my] fate.
She *smiled* as she said that,
As she slowly sat.
And he begged...
Please -forgive- me,
Why can't you see I'm [not] sorry!
I promise this will never happen again,
Don't you believe me, then?
And she said....
I love you.
*Boom*
It's over.
Author notes
I choose this title because it reminds me of a girl stateing her mind. Telling the world her opinion, its just a very strong title in my opinion, also because it makes you wonder what the poems gunna be like.
A contest entry
- Come and get your title... by Celticjedi.
600 points, ended January 19, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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hehe this is almost the style in that i usually choose to write.
these captured me more as lyrics than poetry.
that's a good thing, though.
keep it up. -
Woah. Holy...wow. Talk about an impact! Very cool use of the title, I love how it's a conversation of he said, she said. You broke one rule (tell me why you chose the title you did) which you need to fix, but other than that I love this poem and want to keep it in! Thanks for entering, keep writing.
Cj
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