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April's Fool

I never knew how to tell you
Or whether it would be the right time
YOu would just think I am crazy
Since you are a friend of mine

We met here a couple years ago
Going off each other
I guess you surpassed the feelings,
That we *did* feel below

I bet you looked down on me
Long distance, such a waste of time
Knowing my nick name was "Problems"
All I'd be to you was a Christiantic crime.

It was far from Wiccan
But more of a star book
I remember seeing your name
Then there was chemistry that took.

I was consumed in your writing
Thinking you were the greatest thing since sliced bread

That book came upon me,
In quite a casual way

This completly shocked me by suprised
But there left your birthday
Where my other soul lies

Through the years we got close
And grew apart
Always seeming to remain friends

I get a new phone
And lose your number in the mess
I asked for your number,
No need to get into destress

...So... it kind of irked me
When you just wanted to talk through here
Once a guy who was so dear
  To me,
but it wasn't like he had my heart
Knowing I could go to him with anything...

He helped me with my image disorder
And my eating habits
I got my life back in order

How could I think I could fall for you
Overly conceited with gayity

I now know not to drop anything for you
Screw the fact you might be my soulmate
I am simply threw.

I thought I knew a different guy,
But I guess it's a different cheek
Yet as I write this,
He dares to speak.

I guess I know now
Follow your heart at all costs
What an idiot I had turned into
Thankfully, there was no real loss.

Part of me thought,
We're meant in some type of way
As for now,
That can be God's little secret
And I think I could care less if I find out one day.


Author notes

Think of it as a story line. I tried to keep it in swquence. I haven't written in a long while. But obviously, I had the urge to write today. This shows me I can beat my block, no matter who says what. But, I would love to hear your put downs, so no further adou. ...Give out and away.

The angry goth.

let me know what you think.

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  • PaintedParisPassion
    March 31, 2008

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    yea i completely agree. you have definatly beaten you block
    and this was a great poem to come back with.
    so powerful and strong and straight to the point
    great job!!!! i love it!

    :]