Nothing but my bashful eyes,
Are wanting only you.
Every time we pass,
I'm finding new.
Butterflies are beating,
Inside my mournful chest.
Is this destiny,
Or is this "Cupid's" test.
Now I am so close,
We are now talking friends.
Were it goes from here,
I guess it just depends.
Now I'm finding it hard,
Just to talk to you.
DANG! You have a Lover,
I wish I would have knew.
A contest entry
- ...:::Secret Love:::... by Lislaine.
525 points, ended April 5, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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Butterflies are beating,
Inside my mournful chest.
particularly strong metaphor here. I like the idea that the butterfly is seen almost as adversarial, not a delicate thing, but something causing pain in the heart. it has a subtle darkness, me likey.
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This subject I chose for: secret love, I chose it based on a poem I wrote recently... It would be very great if you could read it...Its called feelings
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nice
this is a really well written poem... i never thought about the cupid doing a test, now i know that almost every time he picked on me was a test
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Good luck in my contest...
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